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.
6 comments:
Alex, you are so freakin' nasty! jared is dying to know what you did..
ya know, I have a second thought, too. Why are you freaks in the Er so much? I have four kids and I don't make monthly visits to the ER. Maybe you guys should wrap yourselves in bubblewrap and wear helmets!
That's dirty. Don't die. Peace out.
My brother is freakin awesome!
Go Alex, enjoy all of your outdoor adventures for you never know when picture opps like this will come again!
I sure hope your insurance covers that.
Some call it 'Sasquatch', others the Adominable Snowman and still others call him Yeti. Seeing that unusually large cloud of finely powdered snow where Alex should have gracefully landed,I couldn't help but to think that he had become victim to one of the creatures infamous pranks. As Alex gracefully flew through the air, I caught a glimpse of a large, hairy, forearm appear from behind the nearest tree. It was to late...the creature swipped at his ski, knocking it off mid-flight. Thats when the GIANT bear appeared. Well...needless to say, I've never seen Alex move so fast. The bear had taken a chunk out of Alex's leg....but then was met by a fury of ski poles, I've studied the long lost art of ski-pole-do (pronounced like Tae-kwon-do). So the bear didn't stand a chance. It was a story that will be told for generations. But you can blame it all on Sasquatch!
Looking forward to the next adventure!
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