This one time, at band camp. Whoops, wrong story!
When I was three, after church, I loved to play outside while my mother stayed inside and visited with others. This was in the 70’s no internet, no play groups per se, and this usually happened a lot every Sunday. My mother for the most part had only stake callings while I was growing up, so I never knew who she was talking to.
I loved to play on the rhododendron bushes that where growing on the land where the church was. I’m sure some helpful Gardner was only doing his job when he cut off a branch on this rhody. Well, he left a stub.
Like in this picture.
Well, as a lot of you know, I have 2 older brothers. And, I could not let them out climb me! So I was naturally climbing this bush that was so huge it was like a tree. When my foot slipped in my nice black patent leather shoes. And my lower stomach fell onto the stub.
All I remember is walking to my dad because I felt weird. He laid me down on the front bench seat (think ford station wagon) and he lifted up my dress. I remember seeing a gaping whole in my lower stomach!! Sadly, we had to pull my mother away from all her peeps to take me to the hospital to get stitches. Now, from what I remember my mother telling me, we waited a long time. I wasn’t bleeding out of my gaping whole and by the time that they got to me, they about had a heart attack. They basically said that I was lucky that I didn’t internally bleed to death by the time they actually got around to really looking at me.
I like to think that it was because of me that around the nation, they have triage nurses now to assess the situation to make a priority list of who they see first. :D
Question of the day: Do you have a war story you’d like to tell?