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Friday Five: Boo-boo alert

Courtesy of RevGalBlog, this week’s questions ask us to reflect on our history with ouchies and boo-boos:
1. Are you a baby about small injuries? Heh, I didn’t think so until last night, when I was helping my daughter with her homework in her room. As she was finishing something up, I got a bit bored and eyed her hamster cage. “Hmm,” I thought, “I’ll play with that cute little thing a bit.” I was a bit surprised at how hard it was to corner, but I was determined the cunning creature wouldn't escape my will. I swiped it up, pulled it squiggling and desperately squirming from its cage--and then promptly dropped it on the bed ‘cause that little devil bit me on the middle finger of my writing hand! And those suckers pack a mean bite! I sniveled and whined as I showed my wound to my husband (who laughs everytime I tell him it hurts because of the hand gesture I ignorantly make each time I show it to him).

2. What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself? See #1.

3. Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child? Heh, my folks were both nurses, so they took turns.

4. Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos? It depends on whether my husband is around or not. If he isn’t, I’m cool as a cucumber, gentle as a mouse and comforting as an angel. When my husband’s around, however, I suddenly realize how much blood is dripping from my son’s mouth after a header into the street on his bike, or how squishy my daughter’s ear lobe feels when I try to re-pierce her ear after the newly-pierced ear ring fell out. Then I’m suddenly light-headed, weak in the knees and very sick to my stomach—and handing over boo-boo duty to my husband. Definitely not taking after my folks (see #3).

5. What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room? I’ve been very fortunate in that regard. As a kid, I fractured my wrist rollarskating on our driveway, which required a visit to the emergency room and full-arm cast. As a teenager, a car swipped me while I was on my bike and I suffered a knock on the head and a wicked scrape on my leg—but no hospital visit. Heh, then there’s the night I was opening a Ranch dressing bottle and the neck snapped, slicing the fleshy part of my palm. Ick. Anyway, that one did require an emergency room visit and a couple of stiches.
(Image: by pinguino at flickr)


revabi said…
Hey I got bit by one of them little furry boogers before too.
I turn down every request by the kids to have one. I just don't like them or trust them.

Boy you had some bangers riding your bike.
Carmen Andres said…
i never had one bite me before, ack. ouch!