Ok...so I go to the Dr's and am told before I go not to eat or drink anything! This was not the prescription I wanted to hear, knowing the possibilities. But, I went, he evaluated for a while, then decided to sit for two days while I watch the redness to be sure it doesn't spread. With luck, we got it early, but there is a 50/50 chance that he will have to go in and remove the cadaver graft and replace it...in other words, ANOTHER OPERATION on the RIGHT ankle now!!!!!! I am praying for a miracle at this point. He has no idea why this happened, just that some random bacteria got into the still healing scar. It was coming along so well too. God, I am so tired of this....I swear, if I have to go in and have this one re-done I am gonna lose it! AND I'M NOT CALLIN' MOM!!!!! She has already told me she was coming up here tomorrow....I told her I might not be here, who knows. I mean I have to keep it elevated, and take my drugs, but nothing says I can't have someone drive me elsewhere...I still have a life afterall!
So tell me why she does this crap would ya??? I HAD to tell her about my trip the ER, but avoided telling her that I had just taken her #1 son there on Thursday night. I told him not to call her cause I didn't want her to call me about it. He said he would wait when I advised him against it...Ok, long story short, he slipped or mis-stepped going down to his bedroom during the time we were having dinner at his house Thursday. He has two very wide steps, and missed one...fell, and hit the corner of his bed just right...sliced a 2-3 inch cut on the outside of his left eye from the edge of the brow down around to the cheekbone just under the middle part of his eye. Missed the eyeball by and eighth of an inch the P.A. said....and if he didn't have his glasses on, probably would have had some serious vision damage, or worse. Scary...he was laughing at tripping and saying he was fine, but thought he was bleeding. When I got down there, he was bleeding alright....everywhere! I know the head bleeds alot, but clearly he was in need of stitches. So, off we went to the ER. 4 hours and a head CT later, and they stitched him up with 17 stitches! I won that bet...was guessing 20. He was thinking 5 until the guys showed him in a mirror just what he looked like. Anyhow, it scared him, he was embarrassed, and was in tears when he realized how serious it could have been. I think I got through to him as I lambasted him on a number of issues while he was laying there. The crazy thing was, he was not as "influenced" as I have seen him...his bedroom light was off, and he literally just slipped. Oh, I am sure the chemicals had a little to do with it, but not totally....and I would not just say that to defend him....like I said, I blasted him nevertheless.
Anyhow, my point about Mom is that I ended up telling her the story, then immediately told Chris that I had to. He calls her today, and she acts like it's the first time she has heard this!!! I hate that game...ticks me off! She does it with Deed and me too...Does she think I don't talk to you all or what????? Jesus!
So....that is my end of this story, part 2. Let's hope there is NO part 3!!! Keep your fingers crossed for me kids. And pray this swelling and redness goes down.
Kimmie
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