Thursday, September 16, 2010

Up a tree

Ever felt somedays like you are just up a tree without a rope? Well......I am just thinking that is exactly how this cat felt with two yipping dogs waiting for her decent. (Such a shame that the dogs didn't realize that that cat was just sitting there enjoying the show!) As far as the last week, I am not sure if I was more the cat taking in the show or the dogs waiting for the cat.

Last week, Dalton and Trenton were out working in the shed on the dirt bike. Seems something needed a little welding work, so Dalton took on the project. Please keep in mind these boys come from lineage on both sides of the family of accomplished welders. So around 10pm Dalton is sitting on the sofa and complaining about his left eye being sore. He shared he had been welding and I asked if he had his welding helmet on. Oh yes, we have a number of welding helmets. Well..... the next day as I am nearing work, my phone goes off in my purse. Ok, finding a cell phone in my purse could be an article in and of itself. Anyhow, Dalton shares that he has a burning sensation in his eyes and they don't want to open. As with any teenager, you need to fix this Mom and now is best. Once the doctor's office opened I called and the nurse said she wanted to chat with doc on the best plan. So we were directed to an eye specialist and headed out to an early afternoon appointment on probably the brighest sunny day ever. Soon a nurse calls us back to the exam room and proceeds to ask some questions. Quickly you could see that she and Dalton were oil and water. The crowning moment was when she asked what he was welding. Thank goodness he did not say wood loudly, so I intercepted. Good news. No permenant damage to his retinas, thank you Lord Jesus. Three bottles of drops and a prescription later we were heading home.

Saturday was a gorgeous day and the guys decided to try out the bikes with the new repairs. I was taking in a news show that must have his a lull only to be woken by Dalton. "Hey, Mom, where is the medical card thing you use to go to the doctor." Does Stephen King have this line in one of his novels and few statements can get your pulse racing faster. Like a rabbit, I hopped up to see what the deal included. Oh heavens, Trenton had been doing a stunt and had rolled the dirt bike. Of course a helmet was worn, but that sure didn't help his arms, hips, legs and hands. I loaded up "Mr Road Rash" into the family buggy and we were off to the urgent care. My position at work is a health aid, but we needed the big guns to check this out. We hit the place at a really good time and it took longer to check in than to see the doctor. Trenton did break his pinky finger but thankfully that was all. We do parent-to-son bonding during our lengthy unwrapping and re-wrapping sessions. His right arm and hip are rather skin-free at this time, but oh the young heal so quickly.

So if you see me at the supermarket shopping in the haircolor aisle, please do not give it a second thought. Just another day of looking up the tree.

Becky T

1 comment:

  1. Cycled past your home a few days ago and was reminded that I hadn't checked in for awhile. Hope all is well! --Pete