tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post2375552260035646609..comments2024-03-27T05:30:07.368-04:00Comments on The More, The Messier: More Gray HairsSuburban Correspondenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-34606115125166646922008-11-26T04:58:00.000-05:002008-11-26T04:58:00.000-05:00Bookstore work does sound intriging. My BF has wor...Bookstore work does sound intriging. My BF has worked in Barnes and Noble for years and loves mant aspects of the job. She gets lots of free books too, as they get prerelease copies for employees. <BR/>Also rub vitamin E on the scar. It helps it to fade away.SecondChanceChickenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08369002701413795400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-37200854947110802742008-11-23T22:08:00.000-05:002008-11-23T22:08:00.000-05:00Honey, I think being a stage mother pales in compa...Honey, I think being a stage mother pales in comparison to mother of six. <BR/><BR/>I want to OWN the bookstore.Minnesota Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16565431067927240183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-34008296170027885512008-11-23T18:20:00.000-05:002008-11-23T18:20:00.000-05:00I would believe chins bleed that much--and head wo...I would believe chins bleed that much--and head wounds, and lacerations over the eye, and shins that have been whacked by power hedge trimmers. As it happens, bleeding children are my specialty.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-84837900545387227652008-11-22T23:41:00.000-05:002008-11-22T23:41:00.000-05:00Oh, and: a plastic surgeon who operated on my daug...Oh, and: a plastic surgeon who operated on my daughter's almost-cancer-caught-in-time when she was a toddler told us to buy rolls of paper medical tape from the drugstore and keep it covering the incision site 24/7 for six months at a minimum. He said that would keep just enough pressure on it to keep the scarring way down. It worked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-55081176953064863762008-11-22T23:31:00.000-05:002008-11-22T23:31:00.000-05:00Oh, yes. Anna told me later that after we went ru...Oh, yes. Anna told me later that after we went running out of the house with Susie in our arms, she found Rachel (who had been spinning the chair with Susie on it) sitting downstairs on the couch with a very worried and confused expression on her face. Poor thing - we hadn't even thought of reassuring her before we left.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-52222605971813211512008-11-22T23:28:00.000-05:002008-11-22T23:28:00.000-05:00Scene 20 years ago: rocking chair. Tall four-year-...Scene 20 years ago: rocking chair. Tall four-year-old boy rocking it as hard as he could, shorter six-year-old sister hanging onto the back. Me not in sight (or you know this wouldn't have happened.)<BR/><BR/>The boy decides to see what happens if he gets it going really hard and lets go. Sister goes flying. Hits raised brick fireplace with the small of her back.<BR/><BR/>"Mommy, I can't move!"<BR/><BR/>911.<BR/><BR/>Ambulance.<BR/><BR/>Strapped onto backboard.<BR/><BR/>Goes screaming away, husband with her, me with the other three kids at home, desperately wanting to go too. <BR/><BR/>A few minutes later, said son asks quietly, totally breaking my heart, "Will I ever *see* her again?!"<BR/><BR/>Oh. My. Stars. Child. YES! (Did you think you'd killed her??!)<BR/><BR/>Apparently so, poor kid.<BR/><BR/>(Epilogue: back muscle damage only, 1-year healing time, and they all grew up and lived happily ever after.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-35438500626617392362008-11-22T14:27:00.000-05:002008-11-22T14:27:00.000-05:00My daughter had stitches in her chin in first grad...My daughter had stitches in her chin in first grade. She was leaning on the edge of the pool during swim class and some other kids decided to use her head as a diving board. Chins and concrete do not go together. I got the call that she "might" need a stitch or two... when I looked (yup I looked) I about died! So, off we went. She didn't cry or whine UNTIL she seen the needle... then all hades broke loose. <BR/><BR/>Congrats on the job. I would love to work in a book store!Womandriver2@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10337841285503020321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-48508683472908178242008-11-22T07:02:00.000-05:002008-11-22T07:02:00.000-05:00Oh, poor thing! (And I'm guessing I'll be using th...Oh, poor thing! (And I'm guessing I'll be using this story as my reason NOT to get one; the kids - including the husband - begged for one all summer after seeing one in a store.) And isn't a job going to get in the way of blogging? Congrats anyway!MadMadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550335108031470562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-57320271318268646152008-11-22T01:23:00.000-05:002008-11-22T01:23:00.000-05:00Oh no! Poor baby. Yep, it's all Larry's fault fo...Oh no! Poor baby. Yep, it's all Larry's fault for getting comfortable. It's like he was inviting it to happen.Tootsie Farklepantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336671002327112885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-13313333434232682112008-11-21T23:54:00.000-05:002008-11-21T23:54:00.000-05:008 stitches? Yikes. But under 2 hours is impressive...8 stitches? Yikes. <BR/><BR/>But under 2 hours is impressive for an ER visit.Jennifer Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-50048160062285875162008-11-21T19:42:00.000-05:002008-11-21T19:42:00.000-05:00All stitching on the face, specially on a child, s...All stitching on the face, specially on a child, should be handled by a plastic surgeon at the hospital if you went into an ER. ER doctors can't picture a grown child, p.s.'s can. Have her looked at it by one to make sure it was done correctly.<BR/><BR/>Seriously.Suzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00361775888847203043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-67227157686992567932008-11-21T17:23:00.000-05:002008-11-21T17:23:00.000-05:00Ouch! Knocking on wood I don't have a similar visi...Ouch! Knocking on wood I don't have a similar visit.Creative-Type Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13594687030412942701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-63128064050947842722008-11-21T17:09:00.000-05:002008-11-21T17:09:00.000-05:00I'm sorry Susie had to get stitches. And congratul...I'm sorry Susie had to get stitches. And congratulations on the job! You'll be great at it, I'm sure.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10065962367181064516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-33065874293645725232008-11-21T16:22:00.000-05:002008-11-21T16:22:00.000-05:00If she didn't clear the ER with her wails and then...If she didn't clear the ER with her wails and then pick out her stitches yet, you are one lucky gal. I'm lucky too because that garage sale chair got hammered by the kids before anyone got injured. I firmly believe in super glue at this point when it comes to big gashes. As for the bookstore, they are so lucky and it sounds like a delightful job.Shelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12851446861098955538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-17493507728587803582008-11-21T14:19:00.000-05:002008-11-21T14:19:00.000-05:00The only time I've been to the ER was with a vomit...The only time I've been to the ER was with a vomiting child at 105 degrees. Boy, does that get their attention! They fixed us up, but wouldn't let me go until The Girl peed...hours later.<BR/><BR/>So, what section of the bookstore do you get to work in? Hmmm?Mom on the Vergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06764277306253027011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-74177269530927365922008-11-21T10:56:00.000-05:002008-11-21T10:56:00.000-05:00I'm picturing a swinging chair outside..not a comp...I'm picturing a swinging chair outside..not a computer chair.. Oh poor thing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-66308527647171417492008-11-21T10:52:00.000-05:002008-11-21T10:52:00.000-05:00Yeah, I knew you'd get the job. They would have b...Yeah, I knew you'd get the job. They would have been insane to hire anyone else. What with all your library book experiance you will be an employee like no other - in a good way.<BR/><BR/>Wowser's 8 stitches! I'd have been a mess. Poor Sweetie. Two is the most I can handle before becoming totally useless.fawndearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03615865845078146063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-10463856114784160492008-11-21T10:32:00.000-05:002008-11-21T10:32:00.000-05:00Sorry about Susie's stitches but congrats on the n...Sorry about Susie's stitches but congrats on the new job!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-79758006732259746392008-11-21T10:21:00.000-05:002008-11-21T10:21:00.000-05:00Congrats on your new job! Stitches are frightenin...Congrats on your new job! <BR/><BR/>Stitches are frightening for parents. I'll never forget OUR first time in the ER. Facial wounds bleed like nothing else, man.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-17131533872838523622008-11-21T10:07:00.000-05:002008-11-21T10:07:00.000-05:00Of course he's willing to hire you. You have skil...Of course he's willing to hire you. You have skills far beyond any teenager.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-82098072801081469842008-11-21T09:58:00.000-05:002008-11-21T09:58:00.000-05:00Chins are bad bleeders. Both the twins have had c...Chins are bad bleeders. Both the twins have had chin stitches. But the worst was the gash right at thing 2's hairline that needed 25 stitches. We got a ride in the fun flashing-light mobile for that one. I have never seen so much blood in my life and I watch horror movies.<BR/><BR/>Congrats on the job!!Katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03043976774509912799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-27364611609165821612008-11-21T09:07:00.000-05:002008-11-21T09:07:00.000-05:00Ears. Ears bleed a lot. My husband knows that firs...Ears. Ears bleed a lot. My husband knows that firsthand (his own ear, car accident, college). Knock on wood, no stitches yet for the offspring. Considering we don't HAVE a copay, even better. We have a deductible. Hmm, you know, we actually hit it this year, but I STILL don't want to have to take any kids to the ER.<BR/><BR/>Congrats on the job!! Books for everyone for the holidays!!amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02429539000041713324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-16252361674876786972008-11-21T09:04:00.000-05:002008-11-21T09:04:00.000-05:00Poor Susie! Glad to hear she made it through okay....Poor Susie! Glad to hear she made it through okay. And congratulations on the new job!jenfromRIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16157224479180515626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-42834991310890347912008-11-21T08:53:00.000-05:002008-11-21T08:53:00.000-05:00oooh, congratulations about the job! and i am horr...oooh, congratulations about the job! <BR/><BR/>and i am horrible with blood. luckily, the two times our kids have needed stitches hubby was home. i think if he hadn't been the kids just might have bled to death. it evens out i guess because he can't handle puke. didn't do so well with the poopy diapers either. wait a minute! maybe it doesn't even out--there've been way more puke and poopy diapers in this house than blood! still, that's a good thing...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-59885367015576317812008-11-21T07:29:00.000-05:002008-11-21T07:29:00.000-05:00A job in a bookstore? That is only marginally les...A job in a bookstore? That is only marginally less wonderful than a job in a yarn shop! [Or the quilt shop I worked in 25 years ago, where I had both a small tab and an employee discount.]<BR/><BR/>Last time I had a co-pay at the ER, it was $125. That was when LittleBit had two injuries in one day while working tech crew at the school play. The teacher's son was surfing on a flat and ran over LittleBit's foot, and she got her hand smashed while trying to slow the curtain when somebody else rang it down improperly.<BR/><BR/>Yes indeed, this is why mothers turn grey!Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07712412874073377368noreply@blogger.com