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A tale of two slippers
- Nov 23, 2009 at 11:23 AM
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May 24, 2008 was a day every mother dreads. It started out normally enough. By 6:00 pm, I was in the kitchen getting supper ready and the kids were outside playing on the swing set. Suddenly, my oldest came running in the house. "Mom, you better come quick! Sam's hurt!" Before I could get outside, Sam came in and I could immediately tell something was seriously wrong. It turned out he had fallen off the swing and landed on his arm, and I knew just by looking that it was broken.
Panic set in. My husband was at the chiropractor's office and he had my van. I freaked out when I couldn't get a hold of him on his cell phone. I was so flustered I couldn't even remember the name of the chiropractor! I dug deep into the recesses of my brain and came up with the name of the office, called and asked them to have my husband come home because we needed to go to the hospital. Within minutes, I had arranged for my in-laws to come and watch my other two kids while we took Sam to the ER. Sam was in so much pain, and he was pretty much inconsolable at that point. I'd never seen any of my kids like that and it really freaked me out. I was running around the house trying to get everybody sorted out, find my purse, make sure I had our insurance cards, and all of the things you do in an emergency. This was our first trip to the ER, and I was not my usual calm, collected self.
After getting checked in with the triage nurse, we settled down in the waiting room. As I relaxed, I looked around the room, and for some inexplicable reason, I looked down at my feet. Oh. My. Goodness! There, on my feet, were not the sandals I thought I was wearing, but instead, my fuzzy green slippers. I had left the house in my slippers! I turned to my husband and said, "Why didn't you tell me I was wearing my slippers?!?!" He glanced down at my feet and said, "Oh, I didn't even realize you were wearing them." I'm sure my face was beet red at that moment. I looked around the waiting room again, and I swear, every person there was staring at my feet like I was some sort of sideshow freak. I know what they were all thinking. They were thinking that I had to be some sort of crazy person to venture out in public places wearing fuzzy green slippers. Fuzzy green slippers. Oh, the horror! I don't think I've ever been so self-conscious in my entire life. All night long, I could just imagine everybody talking about me as I left the room. "Did you see the weirdo wearing slippers?" "Yeah, she must be some kind of fruitcake to wear those things out in public!"
When my daughter broke her arm three weeks later (on the same swing set--can you believe that?), I made darn sure that I was wearing actual shoes on my feet and not those silly fuzzy green slippers. Humiliation aside, I have to say, those things are pretty darn comfortable shoes to wear in an emergency. If only they didn't look so much like slippers--I'd wear them out in public all the time!
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They were the best of footwear, they were the worst of footwear. :)
I wear slippers all the time too. The worst I've done (thankfully) is go to my dad's house in my slippers.
I'm really dumb & need a visual aid so I can tell just how fuzzy and green the slippers are, post a pic! he he he
Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words. hahaha
Responding to your statement:
"I know what they were all thinking. They were thinking that I had to be some sort of crazy person to venture out in public places wearing fuzzy green slippers. Fuzzy green slippers. Oh, the horror! I don't think I've ever been so self-conscious in my entire life. All night long, I could just imagine everybody talking about me as I left the room. "Did you see the weirdo wearing slippers?" "Yeah, she must be some kind of fruitcake to wear those things out in public!"
Not once do you mention anything about getting rid of that swing set because your other child broke her arm three weeks later (on the same swing set. No I cannot belive that!!
Your only concern was,
You made darn sure that you were wearing actual shoes on your feet and not those silly fuzzy green slippers!"
Who cares what you were wearing that day!! Who cares what people think!! That day wasn't about you!! It was about your poor kid in pain with a broken arm!! Why didn't you call an ambulance for crying out loud!
Check your feet before you leave the house?
Check your head!!
Who cares what's on your feet!! Your kids come first!!
Peakachu,
Really? Call an ambulance for a broken arm? Come on! You think someone should tie up a potentially life saving ambulance for a non life threatening, reasonably common, childhood injury?
My sister broke her arm climbing a tree, should my father have gone out and cut that tree down?
Stop drinking the carnation instant bitch for breakfast.
Really.
Alex, thank you! I was sitting here, gaping at my monitor, trying to tell myself she didn't really go there. You said what I wanted to say, minus a few choice words.
She seriously needs to chill out. Obviously humor is wasted on some people.
Sometimes EVERYTHING is wasted on some people J. I loved your story and the visual is priceless. You made sure your baby was safe, not that you looked perfect walking out of the house. That says a lot to me.
Are you effing kidding me, Peakachu? Call an ambulance for a broken arm? Honey, you better call CPS on me because I don't even call the ambulance when my youngest has her scary seizure episodes! An ambulance is for an EMERGENCY, like when bones are poking out and blood is gushing. If you have nearly a grand laying around the house you think you need to blow on a ten minute ambulance ride, for a BROKEN ARM, you're part of the problem of why healthcare in this country is so effed up! And please note: this is the FIRST TIME she's ever had to take any of her kids to the ER. Her oldest is eleven, her youngest is nearly four...awesome track record for any mom!
Why get rid of the swing set? It's not like it came to life and attacked her kids. If that's your solution, you may as well get rid of gravity as well, it was just as much at fault. Plus, knowing her kids, they were probably being daredevil maniacs and using the swings in a manner not intended by the manufacturer and possibly violated a couple laws of physics while they were at it.
So go ahead and wrap your pwecious widdle shnuggums in bubble wrap and feed only bland, safe food and read only books with happy endings ...the proof is in the pudding and our wild heathens will grow up knowing how to suck it up and deal with all the curveballs life throws at them. Yours won't ever learn to keep their balance & hang on tight so that they DON'T fall off.
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