Just before 5:00 pm yesterday, I got a call at work and the little Caller ID screen tells me it's the YMCA, where the junior apostropher goes for afterschool. I answer the phone and the woman on the other end tells me that "Keegan had an accident on the playground and hit his head." Sure, that happens. He's a pretty rough and tumble kid and I don't sweat scrapes and bruises. I ask if he's alright and she replies, "He's okay, but there's a lot of blood and we've called the paramedics to come look at him. We need you to come on down here as soon as you can."
Well now, "lot of blood" puts an odd shading on "okay" for me. The drive through Durham at rush hour is a frustrating series of red lights and assorted idiots clogging my roads. When I arrive at the Y, an ambulance is parked in front. Inside the building, he is indeed okay - obviously a bit shaken but calm. He looks pretty frightful though, hair on one side of his head sticky and matted, his jeans and shirt all spattered with blood. It isn't a bad cut but a scalp cut is always a pretty impressive show. The EMTs have pretty much stopped the bleeding with pressure, but it was obviously going to take a stitch or two to close.
So, off to Urgent Care where they shave a bit around it and put three metal staples in his head. Pretty Frankensteinish to look at, all in all, and I worried about him feeling self-conscious about it when he went to school this morning. I shouldn't have. Being an old man myself, I forgot that the consensus opinion of a bunch of second-graders would be: "Dude, that is awesome! Let me see it again!"
He asked tonight if he could keep the staples in permanently, because "that would be really, really cool." Great. I can see the future.
TrackBackoh snap! i still have my staples from halloween 2000 - i keep them in a plastic bag!
Posted by: badmonkey at May 6, 2005 12:06 AMAwww!! Poor little guy!
See, I'm a mom, and not a second-grader, so I can say that.
And I bet that, dry matter-of-fact narrative notwithstanding, you were FREAKING OUT.
Posted by: bitchphd at May 6, 2005 12:36 AMGeez, I freaked out when my wife accidentally trimmed to close with the nail clippers and drew two drops of blood from our infant daughter's finger. I can not imagine what it's going to be like getting those calls. I trust your guy is bouncing right back.
That being said--the kid in the link seriously needs some lessons in cleaning his piercings. About half of those look infected.
Posted by: Chopper at May 6, 2005 12:48 AMyou were FREAKING OUT
On the drive over there, yes. I had mental images of him trying to keep his brains from sliding out the massive hole in his skull. Once I got there and he was sitting up and dry-eyed and the EMTs were just standing around joking with him, the tension dissolved.
He was a real trooper about the whole thing; didn't even flinch when they put in the staples.
Posted by: apostropher at May 6, 2005 08:17 AMMonkey (my 2nd grader) had to get about 7 stitches in her chin a couple of years ago. She was great while we were in the waiting room at Urgent Care; however, when they attempted to put stitches in, she suddenly turned into Linda Blair in the Excorcist.
It was even worse when we went to take the stitches out. But I shouldn't have been surprised - when she was two years old, the doctor gave up trying to examine her and decided she was healthy based on the amount of fight she had in her.
Posted by: maurinsky at May 6, 2005 09:08 AMNo, given the way fate handles these things, your kid's future probably lies here.
Posted by: GaijinBiker at May 6, 2005 09:44 AMThat drive through the city must have sucked! Glad he's OK. And the staples are kinda cool.
Posted by: cw at May 6, 2005 09:52 AMyour kid's future probably lies here.
Yes, probably, given enough head injuries. [grin]
Posted by: apostropher at May 6, 2005 09:54 AMI don't mind the staples so much, but when they put they hold the stapler up to your kid's head and then slam it really hard with a fist... that always makes me a bit queasy.
Posted by: Dug Steen at May 6, 2005 10:08 AMWhen I was 10 or so I caught a hockey stick to the face at the local rink. Blood all over the place. I borrowed a friend's bike to get home quicker. When I got home no one was there and my face was a bloody mess. A big bloody mess.
But when I cleaned it off there was the tiniest little gash next to my nose. I mean like 1/16th of an inch. It was very disappointing when my folks got home.
Posted by: Tripp at May 6, 2005 11:21 AMOh, metal staples! That's why the mother ship lost contact!
Posted by: John Johnson at May 6, 2005 11:36 AMSympathies and kudos to your boy. Good luck with the future piercing thing, I had to go through that a few years ago (being parent of a piercing obsessed teen).
Public service announcement - scalp wounds bleed like heck, but aren't usually serious. Blow to the head are, and the effects can often show up hours later. If your kid gets a serious whack in the head, it's not a bad idea to have them looked at by competent medical or first aid people. If you can't, check them every fifteen minutes or so for confusion, memory loss, inability to follow instructions, or differences in body function between the two side (get them to squeeze your finger with each hand). Also look for eye pupils of different sizes, or pupils that react differently to light or not at all. Any of these are generally signs of swelling in the brain, and they need to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Stuff like this can happen hours later if the brain swells slowly from a concussion.
This public service announcement from an over-paranoid parent. Also, bubble-wrapping your kids also works.
Posted by: double-plus-ungood at May 6, 2005 11:59 AMA cousin jumped off a swing and accidently sent it flying into the path of Emily's approaching head. It opened a cm. gash in her head and sent blood gushing. Like you said, head wounds look exponentially worse than they are in reality. She survived but her daddy teard up at the thought that her perfect face had been scarred.
By the way, have you see the math challenge presented for you recently?
Posted by: bluecheeseisdivine at May 6, 2005 12:26 PMY'know, I did see it, but couldn't solve it and thought maybe I'd just pretend not to have seen it. Does the Asubn equation hold for all values of n except 1?
Last math class I took was in 1986 and my skillz are rusty, yo.
Posted by: apostropher at May 6, 2005 02:20 PMOh, wait. Is it 13? I was reading the equation incorrectly: Asubn-1 vs. Asub(n-1)
Posted by: apostropher at May 6, 2005 02:25 PMher perfect face
Lucky for her she favors her mother.
Posted by: apostropher at May 6, 2005 02:28 PMI once caught an elbow under my right eye in a basketball game. Five stitches. You would havethought I cut my head off with the blood on my shirt and the floor.
I am SO not looking forward to those calls. I felt bad enough when D fell in the bathtub and wacked his tooth. I can't imagine a real injury or health crisis.
Shudder.
Posted by: DrFrankLives at May 6, 2005 03:40 PMSo Keegan earned a head wound that required staples?
Another childhood milestone has been achieved. Congratulations to Keegan!