My oldest son, Ethan, was playing in the yard with his brothers and cousins when he had an accident. I'm not sure exactly how he did it, but he somehow stabbed himself in the leg with a stick. It was a big enough gash that I didn't know exactly what to do for it, so I ended up taking him to the ER. This is him waiting for the doctor to come stitch up his leg! He was such a big boy about the whole thing too. He only cried when they gave him the shot. I'm getting pretty used to hanging out in the ER... is it bad when you recognize the triage nurse?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
6/29/09
My oldest son, Ethan, was playing in the yard with his brothers and cousins when he had an accident. I'm not sure exactly how he did it, but he somehow stabbed himself in the leg with a stick. It was a big enough gash that I didn't know exactly what to do for it, so I ended up taking him to the ER. This is him waiting for the doctor to come stitch up his leg! He was such a big boy about the whole thing too. He only cried when they gave him the shot. I'm getting pretty used to hanging out in the ER... is it bad when you recognize the triage nurse?
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