From Soup To Stitches

For Christmas this year, my youngest daughter Mimi chose to give me the gift of time and of knowledge.  She knew that I needed to take a class of some sort in order to cross it off of my list of 45 Things and decided to do something about that.  (as well as do something she had been wanting to do!)  So Mimi got her dad to signed us up for a cooking class at our local PCC.  (a Seattle area natural foods market)

After waiting for over a month for our class to start, Mimi and I were excited that the night it was being held had finally arrived.  We were all set to learn how to make tantalizing soups using fresh winter produce.  (Shaun and KT were all set to taste test them for us!)

At exactly 6:00 Mimi was impatiently waiting in the car for me (for some reason she seemed to think that the ten minute drive would take us half an hour) when I came rushing down the stone steps that lead to our driveway.  I’m not quite sure what I did, but I suddenly found myself sprawled on the steps howling at the top of my lungs and trying not to use all those words this sailor’s daughter learned at a young age. 

I glanced down at my shin and immediately looked away.  I simply wasn’t prepared to see my leg covered in blood. Lots and lots of blood.  I quickly hobbled back into the house and headed toward the bathroom sink with a horrified Mimi trailing right behind me.  I plopped my leg into the sink with the intention of cleaning the wound, but found that it was all I could do to stand there, hanging onto the door for balance and try not to bawl. 

Thankfully KT, (who was probably alerted to the problem by the sound of my head  pounding on the bathroom wall) arrived and calmly asked what I wanted her to do.  I asked her to bring me some peroxide and a band-aid.  She started to pour the peroxide over the gash before declaring that I needed stitches.  I just glared at her and covered the lower half of my leg with an oversized band-aid.

Mimi gathered up my insurance card and ID then made a few phone calls to contact her father and let PCC know that we would be missing the class while KT bullied me into going to Urgent Care to get my leg looked at.  The next thing I knew the girls, the puppies (I guess they didn’t want to miss out on the fun?) and I were all headed downtown to the nearest Urgent Care.  (I have to admit that it was kind of nice being looked after.  I’m so proud of my girls)

I knew from the nurse’s sharp intake of breath when she peeled the band-aid off that KT had made the right call.  I was going to be getting a few stitches.  I just sat there, still pretending that my leg was fine and wishing that one of us had grabbed my camera. 

Nearly two hours and twenty six stitches later, I left the Urgent Care along with a prescription for Vicodin and orders to get X-rays done in radiology the next day.  Now, my head is woozy from the drugs (so it’s not my fault if none of this makes sense!) and my leg is throbbing.  It’s past time for me to be in bed. 

I wish I had a nice warm bowl of soup though…

I just remembered…the nurse asked me when I had last had a tetnus shot.  I shrugged and started to say that I had no idea when Mimi interrupted  and said that it was two years ago…when I fell off  the roof.  The look of shock on the nurse’s face was priceless.  (OK, I might have a strange sense of humor…)

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Photo of the day compliments of Mimi

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12 Responses to From Soup To Stitches

  1. del says:

    OMG – 26 stitches that must have been a spectacular smash. I hope you are up and about in time for the next cooking class. Take care.

  2. Lynne says:

    Susie! My goodness! This just happened? What did you fall on to create such a gash? You poor thing! 26 stitches is a lot!

    Hopefully you can get a refund on your cooking class … 😉

    I remember the time very clearly that I tripped over a dog and hit my head on the door knob, thereby splitting my entire forehead open like a ripe melon. Lots of stitches that day and I looked like Frankenstein! They didn’t give me any drugs while they numbed my forehead with a dozen needles filled with Novocain either. 🙁

    Hope you’re better soon!

  3. Carol says:

    TWENTY-SIX?! Goodness! Surprised I didn’t hear you from my house! I’ve decided that front steps are a hazard zone! Can I get you anything? Are you walking?

    Carol

  4. Kathy Ariano says:

    Both KT and Mimi acted amazingly! You should be so proud; wounded and battered, but proud! And what the hell did you fall on????
    BTW, the Vicodin didn’t hamper your great sense of humor at all. What a woman!

  5. Pamela says:

    what did you hit that cut your leg so badly? How awful.
    I agree that that is a lot of stitches.

  6. sinkuenta says:

    I hope you feel better now!!! This sort of accidents proves the fragility of life… one minute you are ok, the next you are in hospital… so, I think we should make the most of the good moments!! Get well soon!!!

  7. Brenda says:

    You and I need to have a chat girl….you probably just fell on a pine cone… I’m wearing an ankle brace still from that clutzy move before christmas!! Watch out for yellow painted curbs also, they tend to spring up out of nowhere.

    When the vicodin wheres off, let’s go for some tequila (that’s vegan right??)

  8. Brandt! says:

    oh my goodness …. 26 stitches! I hope your leg feels better soon!! OUCH!!
    Just think of the cool pictures you can take of the stitches … lol!!

  9. What a good blogger daughter!

    26 stitches?! Holy ripped-open leg Batman! I hope you don’t feel like you’ve been hit by a mack truck tomorrow. Feel better soon.

  10. Josh says:

    Dang! Hope you are feeling better! @Brenda Tequila is definitely Vegan approved..

    Josh
    The Issaquah Window Cleaning Guy

  11. Hilary says:

    Oh ouch.. poor you! But you raised those girls right. They’re capable and prepared for the real world. That’s gotta feel pretty good. Maybe even better than Vicodin. 😉

  12. Amanda D says:

    So, I’m way behind on my blog reading (blame it on being sick for two weeks) and by now you are probably better but i just wanted to say that I’m sorry you had to get 26 stitches. That’s a TON! Feel better soon!