Sunday, August 05, 2007

WHY IS IT?...

Every time I go away for the weekend, something happens?? I find out today from my son Aaron that my youngest son, Justin (who will be 20 in 9 days), had an "accident" on Friday afternoon. Both boys are older now and live with their dad, but still, a mother worries. In the case of these boys, its daily. Justin, like me it seems, is accident prone. This just adds to the long list of other injuries.

Today is Aaron's birthday, so we had planned to go to lunch. During lunch, I asked him whether they had worked this weekend. I always keep this question casual, in the event I don't like the answer. He had but Justin had only worked at one job, not both jobs he has. And why not? was my question. (I'm always making sure he isn't screwing up or something when he misses his Saturday job, since it is through my work and I want a clean record there you know!). Oh, he hurt himself and was bleeding too much to work, was Aaaron's response.

What??? Apparently, Justin and his friends were at their rope swing by the river (a not too clean environment, I can assure you!), and Justin took a tumble down the bank into the river. In doing so, he apparently got himself "all cut up."

Okay, I'm thinking, let's hurry up with this lunch so I can go check this kid out.

Which I did. What I saw did not comfort me. I insisted Justin get immediate medical attention. Despite his protests, I made him leave work, and we went to the Urgent Care center. They were out to lunch. "Maybe you should just make an appointment for tomorrow at your regular health care provider." Um, no. I think he should be seen NOW. So I spent my Sunday afternoon at the med center with an almost 20 year old kid. (Does it ever end??)

Suffice it to say, I'm glad we went in. He had several puncture wounds on his foot, some still open, he had another huge punture wound on his hamstring area, probably an inch long by 1/2 inch wide, still bleeding (should have been stitched, but after so many hours it can't be done), and other numerous scrapes and contusions. The wounds that bothered the health care worker (and me!) were the foot wounds and the leg wound. He ended up getting an antibiotic shot (to prevent MERSA--a serious and can be fatal infection) (replaces having an 8 hour antibiotic drip) and an oral antibiotic (to prevent staph and any other bacterial infection). And he needs to be seen again for followup, so somewhat serious. I suspect if "MOM" hadn't intervened, he would be in the hospital in a day or two. According to Justin, dad just said "you'll live." Mom, however, disagreed. Aren't moms always right??

6 comments:

WADDLER26.2 said...

So glad he's ok. Mom's always do know best. And you're never too old for mom to step in.

Phoenix said...

Sigh. It never ends, does it. Thank God for moms. I would've had his father by the ear for that one. What is it with men and sense?

Lisa - Slow & Steady said...

Yay Mom. Good for you to intervene and make sure he got medical attention.

Cindy Jo said...

Men make fun of us for worrying so much, but someone has too!

Fe-lady said...

Someday he will remember this and thank you for being so concerned!
(He'd BETTER, or I will give him a puncture wound! :-)

SWTrigal said...

Just to let you know-it never ends-the concerned mom thing no matter how old they are..thank goodness we are here..we offset the "suck it up' attitude some dad's have.