Another Trip to Urgent Care by Sharon O’Donnell
As the mom of 3 boys, I’ve been to the ER and Urgent Care after hours clinics more times than I can remember. Those that stand out though are:
the time my oldest son Billy broke his nose on a Scout camping trip when he got hit by a log at a campfire. Wild, yeah, I know.
the time Billy got a busted mouth when he was in first grade and needed lots of stitches
the time middle son David got shoved against a brick wall during a middle school basketball game, resulting in a swollen black eye and lacerations on his mouth and lips because his
braces went through his lip upon contact
the time David broke his arm right before we went to Disney World
the time David put his thumb in the lock on the sliding van door and it pulled the skin off
the time youngest son Jason fell and knocked a tooth loose and got a swollen lip
the time 4-year-old Jason tried to give himself an unnecessary Epi-Pen shot when he was sitting in the back of the car and I was driving,
And there were other times too — but these are just the highlights or lowlights as I should perhaps call them.
Last Saturday, I was going to write my blog after attending Jason’s baseball game, but alas, I never wrote it because we once again ended up at Urgent Care. In a pre-game warm-up, one of the pitchers threw the ball to Jason, and it hit him in the eye (Jason wasn’t looking right at that exact moment). Ouch. He is doing fine now, although the eye
is still dark underneath and the white of the eye has some bloody red in it due to broken blood vessels. Here’s a photo I took, but it really doesn’t do it justice since this is before the swelling
We don’t have photos of many of our ER exploits, but we do have one of David after his basketball injuries (black eye and lacerated lips). We got this one out to compare it to the one of Jason.
But I think I won the contest of the worst eye photo after I was rear-ended by a van in 2004. The boys agree. What do you think?
I think it’s funny that I actually put on lipstick in this photo as if it would really matter. And yes, I remember my own trip to the ER too. I surely hope this has stopped being
a family event.