Warning: If you're easily disturbed by the sight of blood or injury stories, then this blog post is not for you. Wait for a more pleasant post about the children. Today was like any other day. The kids got buck wild around one, and I fed them and laid them down for naps. Around 2:45, Jaggar started crying, but he went back to sleep, and Sage was still asleep, as well. So I thought it'd be nice to have an afternoon snack alone. I've mentioned before that I love Vitatops, so I got one out. I got the scissors out to cut the cellophane, and I snapped them all the way across like I always do....all they way shut...right into the side of my left index finger. I didn't just poke my finger with the scissors or START to shut my skin in it. I had completely clamped the scissors down across my finger to where they were back together again. I immediately panicked. Blood immediately appeared. When I looked at it, I could see underneath all of the skin. I could lift it up actually, and I know that is disgusting, but I don't want it to seem like I overreacted. I immediately thought I'd need stitches. Blood started coming out quickly. I started sweating. And panicking.
I picked up the phone right away and called Travis. Voicemail. I called him immediately again. Voicemail. One of my worst fears started happening. I knew I needed help, and I didn't have anyone. The kids were asleep, which I was kind of thankful for at this point, but I needed help and they needed a parent. Now, I certainly didn't have a life threatening injury by any means...but...well.... you'll see. What happened next was really God orchestrating my safety, and I look back and am so thankful. As soon as Travis didn't answer me either time, I sent him a text, "Call me now." I walked into the family room, breathing heavy, when my phone rang as soon as I sent that text. "What's going on?" It wasn't Travis though. It was Nick. Nick, who I laugh at for ALWAYS answering a text instantly, had gotten that text. I'd "accidentally" sent it to him, and he immediately called me. This is where I don't remember much. When I realized it was him, I said, "Hey sorry...I thought this was Travis.......I need you to come. I've cut myself. It looks bad. I think I need stitches...." *fade to black*
I'm sure not a whole lot of time passed. I felt like I was dreaming. Have you ever seen Happy Gilmore where he goes to his happy place and there's always a midget riding by on a tricycle? It was kind of like that. Only I thought I had the kids near me. I think I saw Jaggar in his high chair eating. Hamburgers? Then I vaguely heard my phone ringing, and it was like trying to wake up out of a heavy sleep. My phone was in the floor on one side of the chair. I was in the floor on the OTHER side of the chair between the chair and the end table. I think. I really have no idea. I had passed out when I was on the phone with Nick and hit the side of my face on either the table, the floor, or very likely both. I picked up the phone and it was Nick, of course. He heard me drop the phone and knew I'd passed out. I said, "I think I passed out." ha. Thought process not so clear at the time. I felt my face and immediately felt a very painful knot. I don't remember what Nick said. I think he'd called Travis. I laid on the couch. Travis called me, and he was on his way home.
I texted Nick and apologized and said the whole thing was meant for Travis, but that had barely been sent before he was knocking at my door and ringing the bell. It was like 5 minutes or less from the second phone call. The kids were STILL sleeping through all of this, which was a miracle with the doorbell ringing! I was so thankful because I was still not at all well and did not want them to be scared. I immediately laid back on the couch. I couldn't look at my hand. My face was throbbing. Nick, who is normally like a pesky brother to me, was so kind. He got a towel and cleaned up the blood. When he could see the cut, he said that he didn't believe it needed stitches, but my face was definitely going to be sore. Travis got home after that. Nick stayed a few more minutes and said I'd scared him and that he KNEW something was wrong when I'd stopped talking. He told his supervisor he had to go. He also said that he was now my #1 friend and even Travis had to trump him now, haha.
What was I also thankful for? That otterbox cover on my brand new iphone. Dropped that baby on the hardwood floor and how much would it have sucked to wake up to a swollen face, cut finger, AND a broken iphone?! ;) I'm kidding. I was pretty overwhelmed when it was all said and done. I'm home alone a LOT. Ironically, I've taught Sage how to dial 911 and our cell numbers this week in the event "Mommy or Daddy is hurt or not waking up." I know she would have been so scared to see that, and I...I just was overwhelmed with it all. I was so thankful that what was a mere accident on my part to text Nick was an orchestration on God's because he heard me pass out, and his immediate return phone call helped me wake up. AND he works like 2 seconds away, which I never knew until today, so he was here in no time to give me the help I really needed. It took me quite a while to feel like I could get up again. My face, on the other hand, may be like Rainbow Brite for the next few days. It is pretty sore, but it's all good. Here's some pics that I took AFTER the fact because I want you all to know! haha...thought it'd make a GREAT post. ;)
The culprit...yeah those would be meat cutters.
I picked up the phone right away and called Travis. Voicemail. I called him immediately again. Voicemail. One of my worst fears started happening. I knew I needed help, and I didn't have anyone. The kids were asleep, which I was kind of thankful for at this point, but I needed help and they needed a parent. Now, I certainly didn't have a life threatening injury by any means...but...well.... you'll see. What happened next was really God orchestrating my safety, and I look back and am so thankful. As soon as Travis didn't answer me either time, I sent him a text, "Call me now." I walked into the family room, breathing heavy, when my phone rang as soon as I sent that text. "What's going on?" It wasn't Travis though. It was Nick. Nick, who I laugh at for ALWAYS answering a text instantly, had gotten that text. I'd "accidentally" sent it to him, and he immediately called me. This is where I don't remember much. When I realized it was him, I said, "Hey sorry...I thought this was Travis.......I need you to come. I've cut myself. It looks bad. I think I need stitches...." *fade to black*
I'm sure not a whole lot of time passed. I felt like I was dreaming. Have you ever seen Happy Gilmore where he goes to his happy place and there's always a midget riding by on a tricycle? It was kind of like that. Only I thought I had the kids near me. I think I saw Jaggar in his high chair eating. Hamburgers? Then I vaguely heard my phone ringing, and it was like trying to wake up out of a heavy sleep. My phone was in the floor on one side of the chair. I was in the floor on the OTHER side of the chair between the chair and the end table. I think. I really have no idea. I had passed out when I was on the phone with Nick and hit the side of my face on either the table, the floor, or very likely both. I picked up the phone and it was Nick, of course. He heard me drop the phone and knew I'd passed out. I said, "I think I passed out." ha. Thought process not so clear at the time. I felt my face and immediately felt a very painful knot. I don't remember what Nick said. I think he'd called Travis. I laid on the couch. Travis called me, and he was on his way home.
I texted Nick and apologized and said the whole thing was meant for Travis, but that had barely been sent before he was knocking at my door and ringing the bell. It was like 5 minutes or less from the second phone call. The kids were STILL sleeping through all of this, which was a miracle with the doorbell ringing! I was so thankful because I was still not at all well and did not want them to be scared. I immediately laid back on the couch. I couldn't look at my hand. My face was throbbing. Nick, who is normally like a pesky brother to me, was so kind. He got a towel and cleaned up the blood. When he could see the cut, he said that he didn't believe it needed stitches, but my face was definitely going to be sore. Travis got home after that. Nick stayed a few more minutes and said I'd scared him and that he KNEW something was wrong when I'd stopped talking. He told his supervisor he had to go. He also said that he was now my #1 friend and even Travis had to trump him now, haha.
What was I also thankful for? That otterbox cover on my brand new iphone. Dropped that baby on the hardwood floor and how much would it have sucked to wake up to a swollen face, cut finger, AND a broken iphone?! ;) I'm kidding. I was pretty overwhelmed when it was all said and done. I'm home alone a LOT. Ironically, I've taught Sage how to dial 911 and our cell numbers this week in the event "Mommy or Daddy is hurt or not waking up." I know she would have been so scared to see that, and I...I just was overwhelmed with it all. I was so thankful that what was a mere accident on my part to text Nick was an orchestration on God's because he heard me pass out, and his immediate return phone call helped me wake up. AND he works like 2 seconds away, which I never knew until today, so he was here in no time to give me the help I really needed. It took me quite a while to feel like I could get up again. My face, on the other hand, may be like Rainbow Brite for the next few days. It is pretty sore, but it's all good. Here's some pics that I took AFTER the fact because I want you all to know! haha...thought it'd make a GREAT post. ;)
The culprit...yeah those would be meat cutters.
Don't say I didn't warn you. I didn't take any of the blood in the floor where I was. I don't think it was the blood that got me as much as the fact that I could lift the skin up on my finger. How cool was it that I didn't get any blood on my white shorts? Double blessing. White iphone AND white shorts secured. Thanks, Jesus.
Travis says this is difficult to see because of my "high cheekbones" (lol), but it's a good few inches across.
Here it is after it was cleaned up. Not terrible.
See my lovely growth?
And a lovely side view a few hours later.
It's already starting to change colors. And throb. A lot. So...that was MY day. Bet not many of you can top that one. :)
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