John-W-WI
Administrator
I was working in the nursery over the weekend... Had a few high school kids helping. I was tilling up an area for some new shrubs when I looked toward the cabin only to see Jake my 8 year old running towards me screaming and crying. I was ~150 yards away and couldn't tell what was going on. But I knew it wasn't good (really not good).
You know the feeling when your brain suddenly finds the ability to process a 1000 thoughts in less than a second? Should I stay on the tractor and drive up there quick? Should I get off and run? Should I call the air force for an air lift, etc. etc.
Well I chose to run, as I thought that was the quickest way to get to him. As I'm running (as fast as I could, but probably not that fast) I see his face is BRIGHT RED. He's covering his eyes yelling "I can't see, it hurts". At this point I'm positive he cut his head, and blood is running down his face into his eyes.
In about a second, I created a master plan. I was going to rip off my hooded sweatshirt, wrap it around his head, whisk him into my truck, and rush him to the hospital for some stitches (head wounds bleed BAD, so I figured it was a small cut).
At about 10 yards, I realize it isn't blood. But I don't know what the heck it is. Its red, but it isn't blood.
Now, Jake is allowed to do all kinds of big boy stuff at the cabin. I always think it's better for him to learn it with me than with someone else. As it turns out, he was spray-painting boards (for the 100th time) and the nozzle got clogged. So he removed the nozzle, and inserted a nail into the spray can. The result of this effort is shown below (after 5 intense minutes of cleaning him up with the on-site first aid kit!)
Fortunately he was no worse for the wear, and my wife took it in stride.
10 minutes later he was back outside playing (I wanted to finish tilling before we left as it was going to rain all week this week).
-John
You know the feeling when your brain suddenly finds the ability to process a 1000 thoughts in less than a second? Should I stay on the tractor and drive up there quick? Should I get off and run? Should I call the air force for an air lift, etc. etc.
Well I chose to run, as I thought that was the quickest way to get to him. As I'm running (as fast as I could, but probably not that fast) I see his face is BRIGHT RED. He's covering his eyes yelling "I can't see, it hurts". At this point I'm positive he cut his head, and blood is running down his face into his eyes.
In about a second, I created a master plan. I was going to rip off my hooded sweatshirt, wrap it around his head, whisk him into my truck, and rush him to the hospital for some stitches (head wounds bleed BAD, so I figured it was a small cut).
At about 10 yards, I realize it isn't blood. But I don't know what the heck it is. Its red, but it isn't blood.
Now, Jake is allowed to do all kinds of big boy stuff at the cabin. I always think it's better for him to learn it with me than with someone else. As it turns out, he was spray-painting boards (for the 100th time) and the nozzle got clogged. So he removed the nozzle, and inserted a nail into the spray can. The result of this effort is shown below (after 5 intense minutes of cleaning him up with the on-site first aid kit!)
Fortunately he was no worse for the wear, and my wife took it in stride.
10 minutes later he was back outside playing (I wanted to finish tilling before we left as it was going to rain all week this week).
-John
