25 February 2008
Another full workday. Kelly finished Melanie’s bustle petticoat today! I dealt with some inventory issues and in the process discovered a very special scent within the tubby that was home to my pouches . . . the dampness of TRF haunts me! But, after a whole afternoon in the sun, and a few more hours in the wind as the cold front marches through North Texas (and a whole lot of Febreze!) they are fine. I snapped this photo in the total darkness, just before I packed them away again just now. So, it’s not a fabulous composition, but it is the only photo I took at all today. So, there you have it!
The real excitement of the day came this evening. Kyle and Kelly and I enjoyed a delightful evening at NFG, made all the more entertaining by the arrival of Brett and Jill. Then, Kyle stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and I took Kelly back to Ginger’s. After putting the groceries away, we went out to walk the dogs for a few minutes—dedicated to the notion of giving them some “lead-time” every day this week in preparation for being at NTIF with us on Saturday. So, we were walking and jogging and practicing the “heel” command, and we had just switched dogs, when, as I looked up from praising ‘Tia, I was surprised to see the tail end (no pun intended) of Kyle taking a tumble over the curb and into a neighbour’s lawn. To his credit, Cormac, although now technically untethered to human hand, simply sat down! ‘Tia and I ran to the scene of the crime, to discover that Kyle and Cormac had tangled feet and Kyle’s only hope of preventing the major injuries involved with smacking into the concrete road, was to basically dive for the nearest soft spot! So, instead of bloody hands, knees, and a possible head injury, he had only a very nasty bloody knee—from where he slammed into the curb as he dove over it. It was a brilliant save.
Such an event requires one to draw on old, old memories of scouting badges and first aid training. I did alright, although, I admit to being very rusty. At least I know I doctored with love. Kyle took a seat, elevated his leg, and obliged me by taking the ibuprofen I brought him. I cleaned the wound as best I could, caused a little suffering I’m afraid, when I poured hydrogen pyroxide on it, cleaned it some more, and finally, satisfied I had it clean enough, and the bleeding mostly stopped, applied neosporin and gauze and tape and a bandage wrap. Then, we filled an ice pack and after popping an email alert to Terrill, Kyle went off to bed. I went off to the drug store, to fill in the gaps in our home’s first aid supplies. Tomorrow morning we’ll redress the boo-boo and re-assess the damages. Right now, he’s already black and blue and the swelling is such that I cannot tell if the knee itself is okay. I think he’s going to be very sore and have a few days of not wanting to wear pants! But, I think he’ll live.
And I expect that after a couple of days of helping him dress it, and care for it, I’ll be a better nurse when all is said and done!