So this morning, I was enjoying my last at home morning of tapering. I had some tea and cereal, and was getting ready to take a light jog as my tapering schedule said when Ivan came chasing after me, lost his footing and hit his face on the iron grate in out hallway. The skin from the outer corner of his eye to his temple was ripped, and he almost immediately had a black eye. It was terrible, so terrible, just the terriblest thing. He was all bleeding and hysterical, and I behaved as I usually do in a crisis.
I grabbed Ivan and ran to the phone. I picked up the phone, hung it up, picked up the phone again, and then hung it up. I started to call 911, then I thought that was too extreme. Then I decided to call the doctor's office, so I picked up the phone again. The doctor's office number was in my cell phone, so I hung up the phone again and grabbed my cell phone, got in touch with the Dr.'s office, and loaded Ivan up to see the doctor so that they could make a decision about whether or not we needed to go to the ER and see someone in "plastics". This was apparently their lingo for a plastic surgeon.
Now the best part of this story is that I had weaned Ivan off his bottle right before Easter. He has been pretty stoic about it, but he wistfully mentions his bottle every once in a while. Today, while he was hysterical with a bleeding gash and a quickly forming black eye, I pulled out a bottle and filled it with milk. Ivan immediately quit crying, and he did not cry again until they held him down on the table and sewed him up.
Holding Ivan down on the table while they sewed him up was just about the worst experience I have ever had. Just the worst. I typically have a heart of stone, but I shed many many tears.
Back at home, I got in a run, but was quite exhausted due to the mental exhaustion of Ivan's accident. Also, I felt like I had had a huge adrenaline surge that drained my body. It wasn't the worst run ever, but I didn't feel all that rested.
I spent the rest of the day packing, and we are ready to head to Boston!!!
2 comments:
OH THE HORROR!!! I am so sorry. Poor Ivan.
poor Ivan and Betsy! but all is well and you will be shining in the Marathon on Monday! xoxo love you. Run Betsy Run! Auntie.
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