I’m starting to not want to answer the phone when my children are in school. Last year, Avery disfigured an already crooked jawline, when he plunged headfirst into a metal stair railing – breaking his jaw, loosening 2 teeth, losing 4 and severely mangling his gums and braces. Thanks to the A+ work of a fill-in dentist, Avery’s mouth is nearly back to normal.
Today, I had the privilege (and I say that sincerely) of taking him to emergency after losing a battle with a band saw. While working on a table leg for a project in grade ten shop class, Avery slipped, cutting his hand on the saw. From the images you can see that it was serious.
He was in good spirits when I picked him up from the high school, smiling and even had colour in his face. He joked on the way to the hospital, and laughed at some of my comments, which for a teenager is sometimes cause for concern. We were ushered quickly into a small room in the ER (without having to dodge hundreds of H1N1 sickies), and after waiting for 2 hours, a doctor and student doctor came in to deal with the carnage. The wound was cleaned and sutured, an amazing procedure that both Avery and I watched with interest. The freezing was the hardest on both of us, me as I grimaced watching the needle enter the very tender, gooey flesh, and of course for Avery, because the syringe had to plunge in and out of the huge gash 10 or 12 times.
We marvelled at the amazing intricacies of the musculature, ligaments and bone structure of the hand, and the elasticity of the skin, the quickness of clotting factor and the overall resiliency of the human body – amazing! Luke, I envy your job.
The young student doctor, obviously nervous, did a decent job stitching, and we were on our way. The doctor and various nurses assured me I should be proud of how he was handling the pain, discomfort, ugliness of the wound, and loss of the rest of the volleyball season. I assured them, I was.