The Perfect Weekend

I had it all planned. Rich and I were sitting by the firepit and getting ready to throw some steaks on the grill while David was riding his bike. The temperature was a bit on the chilly side so the pit was a welcome addition to our enjoyment.

Then it happened&emdash;we watched as David took a corner too sharply and CRASH. He looked down at his knee and the screaming started. Rich ran for David while I ran into the house to get a towel to wrap up his leg. Before I made it outside I heard Rich say "It's real bad. We need to go to the hospital." Not what any parent wants to hear. Then the screaming really began. David was pleading and begging with us not to take him to the hospital. When we explained we had to, he asked that we make sure they didn't give him stitches.

Abigail, dressing David's wound

The staff at the hospital was wonderful, even with a full waiting room. It seemed like everyone in town had gone out for enjoyment and came back with an injury. They talked calmly, but honestly with David. When we finally got to see a nurse and she saw the injury, she explained she thought there wasn't enough skin left to sew up the wound. But that would be decided by the doctor. David was very happy!


Before he would let the doctor see his wound he said "In my opinion there isn't enough to sew up. There isn't any flap to pull together. In my opinion it just needs to be cleaned." The doctor took this in good humor since she was so sure David had spoken out his years of medical school training. She agreed there wasn't a need for stitches, but that she wanted X-rays taken to make sure there wasn't a fracture. She was right since he chipped off a piece of his knee. This along with the open wound makes an infection a major concern. So David is supposed to stay off his leg and rest for a week. We are to change the bandages every 24 hours and see the orthopedic doctor at the end of the week.

After just under eight hours we finally made it home and crawled into bed around 2:00 am. We did head out to the local coffee shop on Saturday morning and read while we relaxed.

We called our dear friend Abigail, who is a Registered Nurse, to change his bandage on Sunday. She has graciously offered to come over and change them for us, but we are going to try to take care of it ourselves (O.K. Rich will). It will be a tough week as we try to keep David content and off his leg. But, we are very thankful it wasn't worse.