gijanet
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Katie decided I didn't have enough gray hair already, so she thought she'd give me a few more.............sigh!
We went to my mom's lakehouse in Podunk, TX, for the long weekend. Saturday night, about 10 PM (ALWAYSSSS!!!) Katie came running down the stairs with the intent of leaping over the ottoman onto the couch. Welllllllllll...........her foot caught the ottoman, causing her to fall short of her mark. She did hit the couch, but with her head! Now for most couches, this would not have been a problem as Katie would have hit a cushion, but it is the lakehouse with an old wooden framed sofa (that I have been threatening to burn for sometime - now I think I really will) Anyway, I missed the sideshow, but heard the sickening thud............and then the wailing...........
Katie's nose was bleeding. I checked the rest of her.........or so I thought.
Did you hit anywhere else? Does anywhere else hurt? Did you hit your chest? ) In between sobs, she said no. So I'm worried about a broken nose..................we got an icepack and put it on her nose.
IN the meantime, Don wanders downstairs to see what all of the hullabaloo is about. Katie is daddy's girl, so she wants daddy to hold her with the icepack on her nose. A couple of minutes later, Don goes, "Did you see her forehead?" Well, duh, I guess not! I hadn't even thought to look under her bangs. By this time, her forehead had a lump the size of a golfball. (Oh, yeah, honey, I saw it, but I just thought I would ice her nose down instead....................geez!)
Anyway, it was quite frightening to look at and considering the rapidity of the swelling. (I forgot my camera, as usual, so no pics on the scene, but Rocky from Mask comes to mind!) So we debated..............go to the East Texas Emergency Medical Center and spend all night just trying to explain Katie's anatomy and medical history...................or wait and watch.............
Luckily (and I can't believe I'm even using that word ), we had one head hit last year three months out from surgery and our initiation into the coumadin world, which I am sure some of you remember, where we called Michigan and the oncall card told us what to watch for, so I knew what to do. Thus, we decided to see if the ice helped the swelling, did the pupil check, did the finger movement test for tracking, did the "how many fingers am I holding up" check...........and repeated hourly for the rest of the night...........so much for some R&R!!!
Anyway, the swelling did go down, Katie was able to count how many fingers I was holding up, her pupils constricted as they should, she could track my fingers (although she was not very happy to do all of this about the fourth time at 4 AM, but then again, neither was mom!) so we stayed put!
Katie did provide us with some comic relief the next day when she sat down on her plate full of ketchup and hotdog (she doesn't like buns; she just likes to dip her hotdog in ketchup............and lots of it. She also likes to leave her plates in chairs, which we have also been warning her about. Course we always thought it would be one of us sitting on her plateful of food, not her! Priceless!) That's when I really wish I had had the camera.................wouldn't have done any good though as she stripped out of those ketchupped shorts and undies faster than I could have gotten to the camera.
WE did cut short our trip by one day so we could have her checked out at the ped's today just to be safe. She approved of our "treatment plan" and basically repeated what we had done. The remaining egg - which yes, there is one, just nothing in comparison to SAturday night's egg - she said is nothing to worry about, but IF anything should change or she acts weird or is vomiting or lethargic or just "out of it" then we need to followup ASAP!
So, yes, we have survived another noggin knocking (knock on wood)...........proof that there is life after coumadin...............but it's aging ME very quickly.............sigh!
Here is a snapshot today - two days after the fact. Katie did not want to pose for the picture as she is afraid that her "true love" Austin will see it and think she is ugly. Her main concern today was making sure that her bangs covered up the bruise....................sigh! My little Coumadin Queen.
Hugs. J.
We went to my mom's lakehouse in Podunk, TX, for the long weekend. Saturday night, about 10 PM (ALWAYSSSS!!!) Katie came running down the stairs with the intent of leaping over the ottoman onto the couch. Welllllllllll...........her foot caught the ottoman, causing her to fall short of her mark. She did hit the couch, but with her head! Now for most couches, this would not have been a problem as Katie would have hit a cushion, but it is the lakehouse with an old wooden framed sofa (that I have been threatening to burn for sometime - now I think I really will) Anyway, I missed the sideshow, but heard the sickening thud............and then the wailing...........
Katie's nose was bleeding. I checked the rest of her.........or so I thought.
Did you hit anywhere else? Does anywhere else hurt? Did you hit your chest? ) In between sobs, she said no. So I'm worried about a broken nose..................we got an icepack and put it on her nose. IN the meantime, Don wanders downstairs to see what all of the hullabaloo is about. Katie is daddy's girl, so she wants daddy to hold her with the icepack on her nose. A couple of minutes later, Don goes, "Did you see her forehead?" Well, duh, I guess not! I hadn't even thought to look under her bangs.
By this time, her forehead had a lump the size of a golfball. (Oh, yeah, honey, I saw it, but I just thought I would ice her nose down instead....................geez!) Anyway, it was quite frightening to look at and considering the rapidity of the swelling. (I forgot my camera, as usual, so no pics on the scene, but Rocky from Mask comes to mind!) So we debated..............go to the East Texas Emergency Medical Center and spend all night just trying to explain Katie's anatomy and medical history...................or wait and watch.............
Luckily (and I can't believe I'm even using that word
), we had one head hit last year three months out from surgery and our initiation into the coumadin world, which I am sure some of you remember, where we called Michigan and the oncall card told us what to watch for, so I knew what to do. Thus, we decided to see if the ice helped the swelling, did the pupil check, did the finger movement test for tracking, did the "how many fingers am I holding up" check...........and repeated hourly for the rest of the night...........so much for some R&R!!! Anyway, the swelling did go down, Katie was able to count how many fingers I was holding up, her pupils constricted as they should, she could track my fingers (although she was not very happy to do all of this about the fourth time at 4 AM, but then again, neither was mom!) so we stayed put!
Katie did provide us with some comic relief the next day when she sat down on her plate full of ketchup and hotdog (she doesn't like buns; she just likes to dip her hotdog in ketchup............and lots of it. She also likes to leave her plates in chairs, which we have also been warning her about. Course we always thought it would be one of us sitting on her plateful of food, not her!
Priceless!) That's when I really wish I had had the camera.................wouldn't have done any good though as she stripped out of those ketchupped shorts and undies faster than I could have gotten to the camera.WE did cut short our trip by one day so we could have her checked out at the ped's today just to be safe. She approved of our "treatment plan" and basically repeated what we had done. The remaining egg - which yes, there is one, just nothing in comparison to SAturday night's egg - she said is nothing to worry about, but IF anything should change or she acts weird or is vomiting or lethargic or just "out of it" then we need to followup ASAP!
So, yes, we have survived another noggin knocking (knock on wood)...........proof that there is life after coumadin...............but it's aging ME very quickly.............sigh!
Here is a snapshot today - two days after the fact. Katie did not want to pose for the picture as she is afraid that her "true love" Austin will see it and think she is ugly. Her main concern today was making sure that her bangs covered up the bruise....................sigh! My little Coumadin Queen.
Hugs. J.
