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I've only read through page 23 but I had to join to tell you that this forum has given me a lot of understanding of my ortho doc bro's frustration with patching up the same GSW's over and over etc. I thought he was "losing his compassion." I have been humbly humbled. Thanks for that!
My story is this:
When my son was about 3 or 4 (late '80's) I was at the driving range trying out my 3 wood - friend watching my son lost sight of him, so jaw meets club in back swing. Off to children's ED, numbed with lidocaine patch and a couple stitches. His main problem - freaking out having his head covered by the sterile cloth.
Aside from worrying what his preschool would think when he told them "mommy, hit me with a golf club," he looked good as new.
A few weeks later, playing kick ball at the park, mommy (me) runs into home base. No, literally, home base was an iron bench in the park. I'm sure this was my great idea to begin with. So, I split my knee wide open. Back for stitches (why does this stuff only happen on the weekend or after hours?) for me this time.
I ask the doc if I may use this as a teaching tool for my son. I knew I could show him that getting stitches was no big deal. This was when I assumed the ER doc would numb me with a patch too. But no, my son got to watch mommy get about 4 shots of lidocaine in the knee with mommy smiling (grimacing?) the whole time.
Peace out, healers, I love you and your sense of humor too. Thanks for making this ol' gal laugh.
My story is this:
When my son was about 3 or 4 (late '80's) I was at the driving range trying out my 3 wood - friend watching my son lost sight of him, so jaw meets club in back swing. Off to children's ED, numbed with lidocaine patch and a couple stitches. His main problem - freaking out having his head covered by the sterile cloth.
Aside from worrying what his preschool would think when he told them "mommy, hit me with a golf club," he looked good as new.
A few weeks later, playing kick ball at the park, mommy (me) runs into home base. No, literally, home base was an iron bench in the park. I'm sure this was my great idea to begin with. So, I split my knee wide open. Back for stitches (why does this stuff only happen on the weekend or after hours?) for me this time.
I ask the doc if I may use this as a teaching tool for my son. I knew I could show him that getting stitches was no big deal. This was when I assumed the ER doc would numb me with a patch too. But no, my son got to watch mommy get about 4 shots of lidocaine in the knee with mommy smiling (grimacing?) the whole time.
Peace out, healers, I love you and your sense of humor too. Thanks for making this ol' gal laugh.