When Andrew was 18 months old, he and I were playing on an old stair step machine in our basement when his fingers got cut on a rope and pulley; he almost severed a fingertip.
Today, I was exercising on a treadmill, and history felt it appropriate to repeat itself.
Evan had been in the basement near me shooting baskets as I was exercising. He was so proud of playing for nine minutes straight that he ran over to tell me the good news. Now- as I saw him coming, I thought to myself "He knows not to step on this, right?" Yet, as he got closer, I still began to say, "Ev. . ." I never finished my phrase.
He put his foot on the back of the treadmill and was immediately flung off the back. I gasped and turned to him and realized he had placed his hand on the back of the equipment. So, I frantically turned it off and turned back to him. He was howling and holding his hand.
One quick glance revealed that this was not an injury easily cured with a kiss and a band aid. I screamed to Chris and he ran downstairs to help.
Fortunately, my sister in law Anita was in the house and she is a nurse and nearly finished with school to be a Nurse Practitioner. She ultimately helped us doctor Ev up. She scurried to the Drug Store for some necessary medical supplies, while Chris and I worked to calm Evan down.
When she returned, she gingerly applied bandages, ointment and band aids to hold the bandages in place while he whimpered the whole time.
The moment she finished her care. . . Evan scooted off my lap. I looked at him and inquired," Where are you going?"
"To play!"
I love the resiliency of little boys. He is a trooper. My new rule: No more exercise. Too many people get hurt.
2 comments:
OUCH! I remember Andrew's injury. Poor Ev! I like the new rule though, no exercise :) Hope he mends quickly because it obviously didn't slow him down!
Poor Ev! Glad he's on the mend. And glad Ni was there to rescue all of you.
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