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Not-so-much of an emergency...
Sep. 11th, 2007 11:14 amWhile I was making dinner last night, Angus decided that, in the middle of his regular galumphing back and forth in the living room, it would be a good idea to stand on the glass coffee table in the living room to get a better look at the portait of his grandmother hanging over the fireplace, never mind that there are better, unbreakable things to stand on, such as the solid sandstone front of the fireplace. As a matter of fact, I don't think he just stood on it; what I heard from the kitchen was thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-thump, thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-thump, thumpity-thumpity-thumpity-CRASH-thumpity, by which time I thumping out into the living room myself, to see the largest section of the coffee table shattered, and Angus hopping around the other side of the room on one foot, holding the toes of his other foot and looking anxious. So he may have jumped on it, but that's a bit out of character for him; he does not, as a rule, jump very often.
I hustled him into the bathroom clean his foot off and see how bad the damage was; apart from an initial exclamation of "Is it squirting?!" he seemed to take it pretty well. Gareth was more upset than he was. The cuts were bleeding pretty badly and I couldn't see how deep they were; when I called John (at the neighbors) we thought we should go to the emergency room, just in case. Of course they stopped bleeding by the time we got there, and by the time we got in, an hour later, I could tell the intern was internally snickering as he again cleaned off Angus's foot. He got a total of a band-aid on his toe and a note excusing him from PE for the rest of the week. Didn't need a tetanus shot because his immunizations are all up to date. I felt pretty silly, but the nurse told me better safe than sorry.
John is again being short with me, possibly because after dropping my insurance card on the floor for fourth time I shoved it at him as I jumped up to check on Angus in the restroom; he had forgotten to latch the door and two people walked in on him. Since this occurred just before dinner, John was hungry, and went across the street to the gas station to get something to eat. He came back with a giant cookie and although there were signs all over the waiting room about "NO FOOD OR DRINK" began shoving pieces of cookie at us. I was not hungry and when I mentioned the signs, he said "Eff that!" and continued. It wasn't a very good cookie and and I guess I handed him the pieces at the same time as the insurance card, rather abruptly. While we waiting for our paperwork, I mentioned something that maybe I have overreacted and we might not have needed to come, and he grunted, "Yeah, you did." What? I called him to ask if we needed to go - he could have said "no, we don't need to" at any time - Angus was bandaged up and in the car within about five minutes of him coming home. Last time, I got in trouble for not thinking it was serious enough - now I am for being not being able to tell how deep they were when bleeding all over the place?
When we got home, Dad had almost let the soup burn - it's all solidified now, like when you open a can of split pea soup and have to add water to it. He had also begun picking up the broken glass as we left, but as it turned out only picked up the largest pieces. John had to finish and vacuum the floor, so that didn't make him any happier.
I hustled him into the bathroom clean his foot off and see how bad the damage was; apart from an initial exclamation of "Is it squirting?!" he seemed to take it pretty well. Gareth was more upset than he was. The cuts were bleeding pretty badly and I couldn't see how deep they were; when I called John (at the neighbors) we thought we should go to the emergency room, just in case. Of course they stopped bleeding by the time we got there, and by the time we got in, an hour later, I could tell the intern was internally snickering as he again cleaned off Angus's foot. He got a total of a band-aid on his toe and a note excusing him from PE for the rest of the week. Didn't need a tetanus shot because his immunizations are all up to date. I felt pretty silly, but the nurse told me better safe than sorry.
John is again being short with me, possibly because after dropping my insurance card on the floor for fourth time I shoved it at him as I jumped up to check on Angus in the restroom; he had forgotten to latch the door and two people walked in on him. Since this occurred just before dinner, John was hungry, and went across the street to the gas station to get something to eat. He came back with a giant cookie and although there were signs all over the waiting room about "NO FOOD OR DRINK" began shoving pieces of cookie at us. I was not hungry and when I mentioned the signs, he said "Eff that!" and continued. It wasn't a very good cookie and and I guess I handed him the pieces at the same time as the insurance card, rather abruptly. While we waiting for our paperwork, I mentioned something that maybe I have overreacted and we might not have needed to come, and he grunted, "Yeah, you did." What? I called him to ask if we needed to go - he could have said "no, we don't need to" at any time - Angus was bandaged up and in the car within about five minutes of him coming home. Last time, I got in trouble for not thinking it was serious enough - now I am for being not being able to tell how deep they were when bleeding all over the place?
When we got home, Dad had almost let the soup burn - it's all solidified now, like when you open a can of split pea soup and have to add water to it. He had also begun picking up the broken glass as we left, but as it turned out only picked up the largest pieces. John had to finish and vacuum the floor, so that didn't make him any happier.
