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Stiff Upper Lip
If you are ever lost in a snow storm, I’m the one you want with you. Stuck on a rock in the middle of white water rapids? Been there! Had your arm bit off by a bear? I’d fasten you a tourniquet out of my skirt (just like in the movies) and keep you calm till help came. In short, I’m a great person to have around in an emergency. I always have been. As I age however, I’ve noticed there’s an exception to this rule. If I’M the one hurt and it involves blood. No blood? I’m a trouper. Blood, I lose it big time. Case in point… Yesterday I decided my son really needed a haircut. The salon that does it the way he likes is really expensive, so I sit him on the patio and do it myself. Something I’ve done a million times by now. I’m cutting away (almost done thank goodness) when a fly buzzes around my head. In one swift non-thinking-at-all reaction I swat it away… with my right hand… the one holding the scissors! I dragged the scissors across my face and cut my right eye. I don’t freak out (yet) because I don’t want my son to freak. I was so shocked that I didn’t make a sound. I tell him I’ll be right back. In the bathroom all I see is my eye full of blood. I take out my contac lense. Grab a towel to apply pressure and go back outside to calmly tell my son that we’re done and I cut myself, but I’m ok (not knowing if I am or not). I tell him to take a bath and get the hair off. As soon as he’s in the bathroom, I call my husband sobbing. I know it’s not bad enough for a 911 call, but it’s bad enough to get checked out and I can’t drive with one eye! I’m sobbing so hard that he can’t understand me and only hears “cut eye”. YIKES! By the time he gets home I’ve calmed down quite a bit. I have ice on it and have called our Dr (yes, they can see me). I’m starting to feel like maybe I’ve over reacted. At the Dr’s office I’m very much starting to feel like I’ve over reacted. I have two cuts, one on my nose and one on my eye lid (where my lashes are). Nothing IN my eye at all. When the Dr asks if I’ve been crying, I actually tell her to “shut up” because I’m so embarrassed. As the evening wears on, my sobbing freak out just makes me feel worse. How can I be so calm and cool with everything else, but turn into a two year old who thinks they put their eye out when its just a little cut?! I’m not that person!!! Or… I didn’t think I was! So, here’s what I learned… ~My husband is the best. He came to my rescue fast AND took me out to lunch after my appointment. Not ONCE did he tell me I might have over-reacted. ~I’m vain. My first thought was “CRUD! I hope I don’t have to wear an eye patch till it heals!” (While I’m cupping my bleeding eye). ~I’m REALLY vain. I have a BBQ to go to tonight and I can’t wear makeup for 3 days. I’m not happy about it. ~My son is useless. He didn’t notice I got hurt at all and didn’t ask if I’m ok when I got back from the Dr. He heart felt-fully apologized for this later, but I was pretty irritated at the time. ~I’m a wuss. I think of myself as a stoic do-it-all mom, but deep inside, I’m a total wuss. 9 comments from 5 users
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posted by
hmoeckli
on Jul 23, 2008 at 10:21 AM
Oh my god, that is so crazy! That would totally be something I would do to myself. I gasped and laughed and gasped again while I read your post. I am glad to hear it wasn't more serious. And I totally get you on the eye patch thing...no thank you.
posted by
kminke
on Jul 23, 2008 at 11:10 AM
You know what they say...it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye! Seriously, I'm glad you're okay, but I agree I'm much better taking care of the kids and even my husband when they are hurt, than myself. I panicked once when I cut my finger reaching in to the dishwasher to get a glass...it broke it my hand. I had a cut on the knuckle of my index finger and insisted on going to the ER. After waiting like 4 hours the Doogie Hauser dr. superglued my finger. After waiting all that time, I wanted stitches!! I asked if I should be careful not to bend it, or did I need a splint or something and he said no, just go about my daily life. Of course, the next day I bent my finger and the cut opened up completely. I should have asked to see his diploma from Med School. Anyway, have fun at the BBQ...wear the biggest sunglasses you can find and you'll look like a movie star. You can tell people you were in the movie "Edward Scissorhands!" Have fun! :) posted by
creatress
on Jul 23, 2008 at 11:46 AM
(again with the vain thing) kminke , I can't wear sunglasses cause I have to wear my REAL glasses till my stupid cut heals. Rrrggg. Cut and glasses, all I need now is some tape around the bridge and I'm set for dork of the year. Your cut sounds terrible! I'm glad you're ok. I've been given bum advice before by the ER. Hate that! Sounds nasty. hmoeckli , I'm glad we're in the "no patch" boat. Yup, I'm fine. Just a damaged ego. Hahaha. Glad I made you gasp and laugh.
posted by
hmoeckli
on Jul 23, 2008 at 06:37 PM
Yeah, I was thinking about you swatting the fly with scissors today during my dentist appointment. That didn't go well. Let's just say it's amazing I didn't choke to death. But it was nice to have a distraction...
posted by
AmandaS
on Jul 23, 2008 at 06:55 PM
You should have entitled this blog "Stiff Upper Lid".Just kidding. This whole situation sounds awful. I'm glad hubby took such good care of you. posted by
creatress
on Jul 24, 2008 at 07:09 AM
I'm glad I can make you giggle, even at the dentist hmoeckli . That's no easy feat. AmandaS , good one! I didn't think of that! posted by
hmoeckli
on Jul 24, 2008 at 04:29 PM
I was also trying to think of a play on words for the title, but alas, I think I blew all my "witty" during summer school...I like Amanda's idea.
posted by
creatress
on Jul 24, 2008 at 04:44 PM
Or... STICK Upper Lid. That works too. See you at coffee tomorrow hot mama! :) posted by
ktja
on Jul 27, 2008 at 11:40 PM
eek! These are the real tests...trying to stay calm when your child is around. I had to do that yesterday morning. I had my baby on my lap, when my four year old said, "Mama! There's a bee on top of your foot!" I wanted to leap off the couch, but had to remain calm to not disturb the bee, so Jake didn't freak and so I didn't drop the baby. Luckily, my husband was there and after closer examination the bee was dead. I walked outside a few minutes earlier (with socks on) and somehow it got stuck on the top of my foot. Never knew it was there.
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