During our day at the Air & Space Museum, which you can read about here, Dad and I decided to go in the flight simulator. So as he was climbing in he lost is balance and started to fall. I got him to sit down in the pilot seat. I was really bummed because I wanted to do the flying. I grabbed his leg to move it and I saw a lot of blood and gross fleshy flesh. “Bad news, you’re going to the hospital,” I said. He was ok and didn’t even realized he cut his leg. On a side note, my mom later said it’s a good thing you noticed it, otherwise once the simulator started there would have been blood flying around everywhere. This struck me as both disgusting and hilarious.
I leapt into action and applied all of my first aid knowledge and went for help. I asked for a towel or something to stop bleeding. I almost took off my t-shirt but it’s my favorite Knoxville shirt, so I waited for the towel. Don’t judge me, he was fine. Thankfully the worker grabbed me a Norex cloth. Those cloths handle everything.
We got out of the museum and into the car and off we went. I was obviously upset, and was allegedly “speeding,” and a little worried, but he seemed fine. Then I knew he was fine when he asked if we could stop at Chick-Fil-A. I thought about it, you know, because it’s Chick-Fil-A, but it was a nasty cut.
So we get to the ER. I sent some photos to my brother, so he asked me to FaceTime him. I assumed he was concerned but he hadn’t read any of my texts and was at an art show and wanted to show us around. It was so loud he couldn’t hear me say we were in the ER. As of right now (2 hrs in the ER) he still doesn’t know but I got several art show photos. And yes I’m writing this in the ER. Again, don’t judge me.
We finally get wheeled back and he’s concerned about the pain of the impending anesthesia shot. We found him a “fall alert” bracelet and then they wheeled him back to another room. “Will I get the good doctor?” he asked. This seemed like a slightly dumb question. Then he followed up with, “Do they speak English?” He said to the Latino nurse. Now I know why the shots hurt when they give them to him. In his defense he’s the least prejudice person I know, and he might have assumed the less English, the better the doctor.
The staff and service at Inova Fair Oaks Emergency is probably the best I ever experienced. That we were thankful for. First entered a nurse that was so beautiful, I considered breaking my own leg to be able talk to her more. She looked at the cut and grimaced. “I’m not good with wounds,” she said. We all had a good chuckle. And beautiful nurse lady, if you read this and are single, use the contact button below. I promise not to disappoint.
Where was I? After the pretty nurse left, enter Dr. Nick. “Hi Everybody!” He didn’t say to all the Simpsons fans reading this. He was concerned because the cut was an elliptical laceration. Making it very difficult to stitch. 15 in all, and heavy thread was needed. He was only able to get it loosely closed, because of the tension on the skin. Since we were waiting for stitches I was able to go grab Chick-Fil-A and get nuggets and Oreo shake for dad. Plus picked up a tray of nuggets for the staff. They were all so nice. He’s going to the doctor again Tues and get hooked up with a trauma expert. He should be ok with the right care.
Reflection: I was bummed I didn’t get in the simulator, and the sweet employee kindly offered me a refund. In an emergency, one doesn’t have time for refunds. And by the way my dad isn’t a hunter.