Whenever Alex leaves on one of his adventures I make sure to tell him to " be safe". I forgot yesterday and look what happened:
Alex went night skiing last night. I mostly worked on aprons and watched never ending Law & Order reruns. About 9:15 the front door slowly open and Alex said "If you cant handle blood turn away." I hid under my blanket but still heard him on the tile kitchen floor. Clunk. Scrape. Drag. Clunk. Scrape. Drag.
I discovered the courage to remove the blanket from my head and ask what happened. Al said he must have hurt his leg when he was skiing. He
didn't even notice it until he was done and getting into his car to drive home. As he removed his ski boot he found his hands covered in blood and his boot full of the stuff.
I got him a towel so he could hobble to the bathroom without getting blood all over the floor. Once he got there he discovered that his thermals and sock was soaked with blood. It was at this moment he instructed me to grab the camera so he could document. After discovering a huge bloody mass protruding from his leg coupled with the amount of blood loss we decided to go to the ER.
I made Alex take a towel with him so he
wouldn't get blood in my car and so we
wouldn't make people waiting in the
waiting room throw up when we got there. I also had him wear furry
leopard print slippers cause I thought they were funny.
We checked in at the ER desk and intake lady
assessed the situation and cleaned up the leg a little. Turns out it
wasn't serious enough to
take us back for another 2 hours. We
eavesdropped on conversations between the
po po and other waiting room people. We made up stories about why the
po po was so interested in them. We played 20 questions and I read Alex some advice
columns from the smut
magazine I brought.
Alex got pulled back and into a room about midnight. All the boys back there thought the hole in his leg was
freakin awesome. When they came in to
thoroughly clean it up I had to turn my chair around and face the corner cause I got sick. Alex took pictures.
The wound was pretty
deep and there was muscle tissue sticking out that had to be shoved back in before Alex could get all
stitched up. It was dirty. Alex ended up with 7
stitches.
Al was hungry so we stopped and got burritos and
chalupas on the way home. Luckily I had a cold coke in the fridge. I had a drink and went to bed.