Modern Medicine or Why I Haven’t Blogged Lately

WARNING: TODAY’S PICTURES AREN’T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. PLEASE CLICK AWAY IF YOU ARE QUEASY OR IF YOU ARE EATING RIGHT NOW OR IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO. ANYTHING AT ALL! It’s Aug. 10th. AUGUST 10th! That means the school bell is about to ring, and my four whirlwinds will whirl back to their desks. With any luck, we may stop making regular trips to the emergency room for our summer antics.TRIP #1We had just arrived at our family reunion lodge after spending the day sniffing geysers in Yellowstone. Lindsey (age 6) kicked off her shoes and began running wild with cousins. Within minutes, she was mumbling quietly at Matt’s side about a ripped ear. I tried to do the ol’ approach of “you’ll be OK — be tough.” I was mostly doing this because I didn’t want anything to be wrong. Matt was wiser and knew stitches were needed for this jump-off-a-cabin-bunkbed-into-a-door escapade. After failing to find medical services anywhere near Mack’s Inn or West Yellowstone, Lindsey got stitched up in Rexburg. The doctor said if it hadn’t been for people from Utah, the ER would have been quiet that night. Maybe Utahns just aren’t made for the tough Idaho conditions.TRIP #2The second ER trip was just a few days after the first. We returned home from Idaho/Yellowstone and got back to work. Nathan (age 13) cleans our office in the summer, which is where he saw a dormant ping pong table. “Why is this gathering dust here when it could be gathering friends at our house?” he asked. So he and Matt strapped it on the top of our car and brought it home. Within 24 hours, Nathan was moving the table around in our basement when it fell on him and caused his leg to look like it had been attacked by an axe murderer. Luckily, I was home at the time (thanks to a flexible schedule), and I was able to overreact and scream like any queasy mother would when she saw her son’s leg dripping in blood. Nathan said, “Mom, it’s going to be OK. Just drive me to the hospital to get stitches.” That’s about all I could do. That and cry. I didn’t like watching my son writhe around when they were cleaning and numbing the deep gash. The only concern Nathan had was whether he could play in a lacrosse game the next day and try out for football two days later. No and no, they said. That’s when Nathan felt true pain.These medical excursions are just one reason this blog has dropped down the priority list the past month or so. Another reason might be laziness. Another might be laptop-itis (I find myself wanting to put away this silver slavedriver whenever I get the chance.) I’m hoping to recover in time to finish our Sept/Oct issue of Utah Valley Magazine. Hint: It’s look-alike season!