You learn a lot about a person when they are under pressure or scared. Karsten and I had a great time together last night after he split his head open at church. He was so sweet through the whole process. He was scared of stitches, but so peaceable about his fear. I will try tonight to get the video I took in the ER posted here (you can see it on my FaceBook site if you are a member) and anyone can see the pictures here. We had a great three hour one-on-one time that better showed me how he is learning to deal with pressure and hard times. About an hour after we reviewed one of his memory verses (“What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.”) he told me that he was still thinking about that verse.
He was very interested in the pain scale posted on the wall. I told him that I thought his pain might reach a Six, but he assured me it would only get to One, maybe Two.
I’ve had stitches in my forehead three times, and it was much more interesting being able to watch over the process. He was a gem throughout, and the nurses’ first words after she finished sewing was that Karsten was as “good as gold” and “most adults aren’t that good.” During the stitching, I thought Karsten had even fallen asleep. Karsten said the pain was about a one or two.
It wasn’t the best way to spend the evening of Chrissy’s birthday, and it got us home at about 12:30 this morning, but it was still a good time because I got to know my son better…and Karsten says so too.
I remember taking you in to get stitches when you ducked under the brush and caught the ax in your forehead. When someone asked you what happened you said “My daddy hit me in the head with an ax”. Another time you ran into the door, but I don’t recall the third one right off.
It was early enough that I don’t know exactly what happened, so I still just say you hit me with the ax.
The third time was when I fell at school and hit my head on the metal rung of a chair. I bled alot. I don’t remember who took me to the doctor…but it might have been Gpa Boomershine.
and then the time when you threw yourself down and popped your shoulder out, and the time you fell at church and knocked out your tooth, or the time you yanked out the tooth on the basketball net…….. You’re lucky there’s any of you left.
I almost drowned three times, too, and broke my elbow at school.
And tomorrow is November 15, anniversary of the broken arm and the anniversary of the opening day of deer season when I got the 8 point. It was the days before cell phones so I was sitting out having a nice day in the woods while you were in ER.