Friday morning our friendly local DSL man stops by to try and figure why we lose internet connectivity every time it rains. Thankfully, he figured it out and I can now use the internetz all the time..I know my family is excited about that 
But I digress, I say all that to say, not long after he leaves I get a panicked phone call my KG’s school secretary. Now, panicked is not how you want your school secretary to sound when talking to you…especially not in reference to your child.
Normally, our G is a very calm, collected, beautiful lady…Friday she sounded less than calm and collected.
“Amanda, you might want to come out here, KG has fallen and split her chin open. She won’t let me look at it and there’s a lot of blood.”
“Is she freaking out?” I ask her…at this point I’m less than worried. KG is a bit dramatic (I have no idea where she could get that from..heh) and I figure she’s probably fine but just freaking out a bit.
“No, no. She’s calm, but I think she might need stitches.”
Now, I’m rushing around trying desperately to find my stupid shoes and where are my ever-loving car keys. Because, now you see, I’m imagining blood everywhere, a huge gash, and holding my poor sweet child down while they thread a needle through her precious chin. (Now I remember where she gets her dramatic side from…) “I’m on my way.”
I hang up.
2.5 seconds later I arrive at the school, my heart is pounding out of my chest and I’m starting to panic a bit myself.
“Must calm down. Cannot frighten the child. Must call Jon and the doctor and my dad and Mommaw and…”
G meets me at the door, “I really think she’s going to need a stitch or two.”
KG: “NOOOOO. No needles. No needles Mommy, they’re not going to use needles are they?”
Me: “Calm down sis, and just let me see.” Well, I can’t clear the blood enough to be able to tell whether she really needs a doctors visit, but at this point I”m so frazzled we’re going.
So I call our fabulous pediatricians office, tell them KG may need a stitch or two, and get an appointment 2 hours later…WHA? 2 hours? Jeeze, but we decide to wait it out…she’s not in pain and the bleeding has stopped (mostly).
We go shopping to take our minds off the possibility of stitches, then I take her out to lunch (even though she ate at school).
Finally we arrive at said doctor’s office. Where they proceed to look at me like
I am somehow responsible for the cut and they ask KG 4 times how she got the cut. Four times by four different people.
Aside from the suspicious glances I get, the doctors, nurses, and medical student are all sufficiently impressed with KG’s vocabulary and interest in all things medical. She interrogates them on her blood pressure, pulse and temperature…then awes them with her intense insistence that she, too, will be a pediatrician some day.
We manage to make it out of there without a stitch, much to our delight, and with only some glue to hold her chin back together. Mommy thinks at this point perhaps she could use some glue to hold her sanity together, but settles on ice cream for everyone.
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Amanda September 1st, 2009 at 6:30 pm
That’s what I though too. They seemed unconcerned and had I felt the cut required stitches I would have just taken her to an urgent care facility. I probably would have spent 2+ hours waiting there or at an emergency room and at least I knew the doctors who would be seeing her at the ped’s office.