Fouled by Your Girlfriend

This is what happens when you play basketball with your girlfriend. You get fouled and cut your knee open on a metal sign in your room. Bryce came upstairs yelling, "Mom, Mom"! It was not the usual mom yell and I knew something was wrong. Bree followed closely behind him and they were both trying to keep the dripping blood from getting everywhere. They explained what happened and the entire time Bree was apologizing profusely. I cleaned it up and I saw how deep it was and I knew that it needed stitches. Bryce was less then thrilled about having to get stitches for a couple reasons. 1) He hates shots and stitches. 2) It was one of the last free days before school started and they had plans to hang out with friends that night. 

Bryce learned about triage and the fact that he was about the lowest priority there was to be seen. He was not in extreme pain, the site had stopped bleeding not to mention he is young and healthy. He was slightly grumpy about waiting in the waiting room so long until he saw some of the people that came in and got taken directly back. He decided that he was glad to be low priority. When we did get taken back they didn't have a room for him and he sat on a bed in the hallway. Bryce kept asking if that person was dead as they rolled people by to got get testing done. Bree and I had to keep telling him that they weren't just rolling dead people around the hallways. 

When they went to do the stitches they took him into the huge trauma room and had him lay down. The trauma room was the only one open and they figured that these would be quick stitches. The PA told Bryce that she was going to numb it with a shot and things got real. I think having Bree there helped  because he felt like he couldn't be as much of a baby about the shot as he usually would be. She numbed the site as Bryce laughed so that he wouldn't cry. She finished the stitches and cleaned it up just as they called an incoming trauma over the intercom speaker. She quickly had him get up, striped the bed he had been on and told us to get the stiches out in 10 days. We were out of there. She had to get ready for something much more pressing. Bryce's friends had been waiting in the parking lot, security wouldn't let them in. Turns out having visitors while you are in the ER is frowned upon. HaHa. They picked him and Bree up and they were off to get McDonalds nugs and try to salvage the night. The group of friends that the boys have it pretty special!