Today started off good....then i don't know what the hell happened.  Braylin and Maecy were outside playing and I was on the phone to my sister.  Maecy came in and said that Braylin had her arm stuck in the fence trying to pet the neighbors dog.  I ran out there and her arm was started to get cold and turn purple.  I started yelling for the neighbor to get wire cutters, his dog was outside so i knew that he wouldn't be too far.  He wasn't coming out so I called my dad who lives about 5 minutes and one stoplight across town.  My grandpa lives right around the corner but I knew that he wasn't home.  My dad was on his way over and the neighbor had come out by then and was looking for his wire cutters.  I managed to pull the two fence (theirs and mine) apart for her to get her arm out.  We managed to get the circulation back into it without an ER visit.  My dad showed up and stayed for about five minutes.  Ten minutes after he left there was more screaming and the sound of glass being broken.  I was in the bathroom changing into my bathing suit so we could go swimming.  I ran out into the kitchen and the glass from the back door was all over and my sons hand was bleeding BAD.  I grabbed I beach towel and called my dad again.  Braylin had locked Kristian out of the house and he either got mad and hit the door or when to open it, but either way his hand went through the glass and cut his wrist.  He was screaming that we was going to bleed and Braylin is high stressed anyway- she was yelling that we needed to go to live in a new house bc the window was broken and there was blood and glass everywhere.  So while I'm trying to convince Kristian that he's not dying Braylin is trying to get the gate open to run away.  Her letting the dog out of the backyard was all I needed at this point.  My dad showed up (again) and stayed with the girls while I took my son to the ER to get stitches.  I don't usually go to the hospital in my town bc it takes forever, there is a hospital in another town 15 minutes away that I prefer.  But I gave the local one the benefit of the doubt bc this really was an emergency.  When we got there a RN looked at it and gave us a clean cloth for it.  She told us to wait to be triaged.  We sat in the waiting room for about half an hour and  no one came out.  I knew the triage room was empty bc I saw the other ppl with their kid leaving it.  So I went out there and asked when we could get some help.  The woman working in triage was sitting on her ass talking!  She said - Oh sorry we didn't know you were in there.  I told her someone knew we there bc they put us in there and there were other ppl in there too but they let us go first bc my sons hand is bleeding all over and he's crying!  My mom showed up and about an hour and half later we were holding him down on the table while he got five stitches in his wrist. 

Furthermore, in a previous post I mentioned getting my husbands signature tattooed on me for a surprise.  Tonight after I told him the above events I asked him what he thought if I got his name tattooed on me and his reply was that he thought if I was going to get another one I could find something better than his name! WTF?!?!  Not that big of a deal but at this time i would've liked to hear about how sweet and sexy that would be.  I told him i was going to get his signature tattooed below my four leaf clover on my hip and surprise him.  He said "there goes the surprise"  I said "So what? You wouldn't have liked it anyway"  that was the end of that discussion.

I doubt if anyone has made it through this entire journal of bitching but if you have thanks!  I'm off to watch a movie with my oreos and milk while the kids are sleeping.

Tags: er, hospital visits, stitches

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