Buster's Adventure

We had an exciting afternoon with Buster a week ago. He split his scalp and got six staples. Want the long story? Keep reading. Pictures are at the end.

Buster, Abel, and the two kids I tend were playing in the living room, and I was getting ready to go to the Carl Bloch art exhibition with my mom. Buster had a stinky diaper. I called to him, but he wouldn't come. I went into the living room and scooped him up, carrying him toward his room. I stepped over the threshold of the gate and stepped on a glossy folder on the dining room floor. I started to do the splits and went down. I was looking right into Buster's face as we went down. We fell into the hallway, and there was a loud noise as his head hit something. I'm not sure if it was just the floor or if he hit the corner of the wall on the way down. He cried very hard, and I was a little concerned. Then I helped him sit up. There was blood on the carpet, and the back of his head was gushing! I put pressure on it with my hand for a moment, then I ran to grab a towel. I called the dad of the other kids. He was just about to leave, so he came quickly to get the kids. I called Z to come help me get Buster to the hospital. I told my mom that the exhibition was definitely out! (Sometime during all this, I did change the stinky diaper.) I texted Ben, and he managed to leave work early to come drive us to the hospital. I'm glad he did because that way I was able to maintain pressure on the wound by holding his head in both hands. He says he was worried because he could tell I sounded shaky and shocky on the phone.

Well, we went to the hospital. They took a look and said he would definitely need staples. The gash is about 4 inches long, if memory serves. It took 6 staples to close it, but at least they didn't have to shave his head. He did really well! Even the medical staff commented on how well he did. The worst part was that one of the staples had to be removed and redone.

It took about 3 hours from the time of the injury until we were in the car going home.

I feel bad about it, but there really wasn't any way the end of the fall could have been avoided. I am amazed that I didn't see that folder on the floor, though.

All things considered, we were blessed. Buster's injury, while bad, is not life threatening. We have insurance to pay for the procedure. Babysitting was all lined up, so I didn't have to worry about WHO could take Abel for me, and the girls were already planning on walking to the other family's house. Ben was teaching something that he could actually leave early, which is unusual.

I had a hard time looking at the wound, and it took some time to get used to the staples. So, you want to see some pictures? If you do, scroll down. If you are feeling a bit faint, that's fine. Stop after the first one!.

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Random Thoughts

BFF's
A few days ago, I was trying to figure out who I would name if I had to pick my best friend (besides Ben!). I couldn't quite choose. Yesterday I got a phone call from an old friend who wore the title "best" for many, many years. She was coming into town to get her car worked on and needed a place to hang out for a couple hours. We went to Discovery Gateway and had lunch at the food court. Guess what I learned again? Once a best friend, always a best friend! I just have lots of best friends from different places and phases, and I love them all. I can't pick a favorite for the here and now, and it doesn't really matter. You want my top 5? That, I could answer (maybe).

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Deposits and Withdrawals
These days two major things that stress me out are my bank account and my weight. I realized they have opposite sides of the same problem: One has too many withdrawals without enough deposits, and the other has too many deposits and not enough withdrawals. If I could just switch those, I'd be rich and skinny!

Surreal

I love being a real estate agent! I get to look inside other houses all the time. I love to see the way the floor plans fit into the exterior.

Today I had a very odd experience showing a house. I received a call from a client requesting to see a particular house in Bountiful. He laughed as he asked about it because he knows our family, and he realized that this house was where my father grew up! My parents were living there when I was born, too, and moved out when I was three.

It was a very surreal experience as we opened the front door. It was so familiar even though I didn't really remember much of it. I remembered the basic floor plan, and I noticed that the shag carpet had mercifully been removed from the dining room. I couldn't remember which bedroom was mine, though. My brother had a vivid nightmare involving the basement bathroom window, so just looking at it made me laugh! I showed my friend the back of the bathroom door where I decided to play school with lipstick in the middle of the night. I don't remember it, but the picture sure is funny!

My parents are out of town, but we called my dad and talked to him about it. He asked about the pool in the backyard. My grandmother was practically a fish, and she loved that pool. We have old family movies of my dad and his siblings helping to build it. It was a lot smaller than I remembered! Sadly enough, it had has been sorely neglected. My dad asked if there was water in it. "Yes," we replied, "rain water!" It has been used as a garbage and yard waste dump. My first memory is being taken out of that pool to get my diaper changed. Another early memory is standing on the back patio having my mom tie on my swimsuit.

My client liked a lot of things about the house. It might be his favorite yet. How strange and cool if he buys it! Either way, I'm really glad I had a chance to go look around.