Iodine and Injuries

Sean says...

Did you all know I am a klutz?  (Pretends to hear and believe "fake" shout outs of NO!)  Well, I really topped it this weekend by injuring Jacque (Sean's Mom) during her visit!  Y'all read below about the Moms' meeting and the Hairspray viewing (review following this blog entry). But what you didn't read yet about was the conclusion of the whole party! 

Well in my infinite klutziness, I ended up closing the car door on Jacque's fingers! Luckily the Lezbaru's (aka my Subaru Forester) car doors don't have the door frame extend around the windows.  She came away with some bruises and torn skin rather than any breakage. Don't worry she is still able to use her middle finger as a response to this very comment as she of course swears she would never do such an action. :-P

But, I CAN say that I had a little closure amongst the guilt!  In 1977, I was beginning my klutzy days in the sun in Reston, VA. I decided that I could jump a sewage ditch near home on my bike but ended up missing with the bike landing on top of me in the ditch. The only injuries I received were scrapes from the bike pedal and some pricker snags from Devil's Walking Stick bushes in the ditch. In the interest of keeping it all clean, Mom pulled out the iodine to clean the wound... let's just say Dad and her had to hold me down because the pain from the iodine was so bad (exaggerated from the perspective mind you of a 6 year old) that I am sure the screams were heard down the street as well as my own memory to this day. I also remember them laughing at the hilarity of my poor little self screaming as the drops of liquid red acid hit the wounds! Years after they would jokingly pull out the red bottle or I would plead during future injuries for them NOT to pull out the evil red bottle.

Well! Revenge is always cyclical!  With Mom's injury, we had to apply some liquid band-aid that contains the expected antiseptic. Seeing her squint with pain brought up the old memory and just made us both laugh as I wiped the liquid pain on with a brush. "Revenge!" I cried. And Mom just laughed through the pain and Stef just looked on in odd amazement.