Funny how every once in a while something happens to remind us that life is unpredictable. Everything can be fine one day and the next day with now warning..BAM..things are turned upside down or we have a 'close call.' It doesn't have to be a dramatic incident, sometimes the small ones get the message across loud and clear that we are often very lucky.
For me it was a call I got from my upset son babbling quietly about how he hurt his knee at a friends and didn't know what to do. That was enough for me to hop it the truck and peel over to his friends house as my son does not complain about much.
When I say the look on his face I knew that it was more than just a bump, cut, scrape or bruise.
His friends were all there telling me about a running game they were playing and Jarryd was racing across the yard and landed on a big metal stake..yikes! I cringed as I know how fast my kid runs...not many can catch him.
I acted neutral, although my heart was racing a bit, and gingerly pulled up his pant leg....ugh! He basically had a hole in his knee and I could see right into it...nasty. He really doesn't like attention so I pulled his pant leg down quickly and lifted him into the car. Then I scooter to see exactly what he landed on...whether it was rusty or not. It was in pretty good shape, a four pronged metal piece sticking about 6 inches out of the ground...I could see that a good 2 inches went into his knee. I made a mental note there was a little rust on the top and some green paint that could have come off.
Next I told one of the boys to go in and get a clean wet cloth to hold on it until I got him home. I ran into Caura (my daughter) biking on the way home and I told her to speed it up cuz I had to take Jarryd to emergency.
I loaded the monkeys in the car, got some ice for Jarryd's knee and headed to emergency.
The doctor was worried that he may had damaged his ligament because it was really deep. He did some tests and figured he did not, that would have been much more serious.
The doctor commented that he was likely about 1/8 th of an inch from hitting one...yikes...too close for comfort.
Because the wound was like a hole the doctor had to stitch across the top of it...back and forth to close most of it...one small space left open so it was less likely to tear.
Through this whole process Jarryd wasn't so worried about the pain, he was concerned that he had x-country finals next week and a hockey game tomorrow night. He didn't like the idea either that he was going to have to take antibiotics for 7 days..yuck!
He survived and looking back now I realize how lucky he was that things weren't worse. A smidgen further and he would have been off his leg for weeks, rather than just having to hobble through things for a couple days.
My point being we often focus on how something bad has happened rather than on how lucky we were that things weren't worse...much more positive don't you think??
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