Ew. That’s not a puppy!

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I’m a tough, capable lady. I’m confident and quite self-assured.

I don’t, however, do body yucks. My son’s wiggly tooth? Bleck. Broken bones? Heeby jeebies. The worst is seeing peoples’ insides. I remember going into a full blown panic attack as a teen watching a surgery on TV. I. JUST. CAN’T. *shiver*

At the top of my Eeeew list?

One Sunday morning, long before the era of the children, my hubby was getting up for an early shift at work. While I love him deeply, there was no need for me to be up while he got ready for work. I slept cozily in my warm bed and only vaguely heard my husband grunt as he bumps into something. I think nothing of it, and go back to hanging out with my boyfriend, Mr. Sandman.

I hear my husband call to me, “Shan, come see this.” At 6am, still groggy, I’m unaware of what’s up. What does he want me to see in the bathroom? He could have drawn me a bubble bath or it could be new shoes; it could be a puppy.

Nope.

He had his foot propped on the bathtub. I look. It was not a puppy.

By stubbing his toe on an ottoman, his toenail is sticking straight up to the ceiling. Yes, at a 90 degree angle from where nature intended his toenail to be. No warning, no heads up, just raw bare bloody under nail flesh.

I managed to not be completely useless, helping to get a sandal on him and getting him to the emergency. Hubby was a champ; he got the nail removed and all bandaged up with hardly a wince. If it were me, I would have been crying ugly tears; not out of pain, but due the fact my foot parts were rearranged.

So all you fine folks who are nurses, EMTs, doctors….my respect for you is profound. How you keep your shit together with all those guts, I just don’t know.

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About Avoiding The Train Wreck

I like cheese. I am a odd duck, learning to parent my 3 kids while trying to ensure our world doesn't come to a crashing halt at any time. The chaos of our everyday in this home is like trying to prevent a colossal train wreck every single day. I provide pithy commentary on these daily adventures and I do not take myself too seriously. Pssst...neither should you. This is a place to continue my first (abandoned) attempts at blogging found here. I may also bring in a few previous posts from FB. And I like wine too.
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4 Responses to Ew. That’s not a puppy!

  1. Kari says:

    LOL. your honesty makes me smile… Love this… Not D’s busted toe though… Oy

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  2. I can do body yucks, except vomit. Vomit is the biggest reason I changed my mind about going into nursing. (I think I was eight when I made that life-changing realization.)

    I soooper empathetic where pain is concerned, and would have had the vapors about D’s toenail, in all likelihood. (Even though I’ve done exactly the same thing to myself.) I remember that show on TLC a long time ago, The Operation. I could watch any part of it except the initial incision. Blades on skin are a huge squicky thing for me. Good thing I’d given up nursing before I considered becoming a surgeon!

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    • Actually, I think The Operation was the show I watched at the time. Good recall, Wendy! It was brain surgery on a child, and that was just too must to handle. And you probably would have been a far better attendant to hubby than I was.

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  3. I *am* sooper empathetic, that should say. (Why oh why can we not edit comments?)

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