Yeah...all true.
Course I did hit the ER 13 times between age 3 and 15....Mom almost got used to it...almost....
“Of course I did hit the ER 13 times between age 3 and 15....Mom almost got used to it...almost....”
My mom got used to it. I still remember her meeting me at the front door with towel and first aid kit and making me get the bleeding stopped before I could come in.
ER? Life of Luxury! I had a Grandmother who thought she was a doctor, but she wasn't. She just had a needle and thread. I didn't know any better, though. I'm still alive today. It's amazing how we survived - well, not actually.
We didn't have a hospital close buy, but we had a good old family doc "in town" - who stitched me up more than once and dealt with a few other things including a dislocation and another time a fracture... Hey, I survived and the scars are hardly noticeable.
I've taken my boys "in" for stitches etc. a few times too. Everybody lived and everyone was back on speaking terms within a few days. No lawyers, lawsuits, or other nonsense.
LOL! They knew me by name at the ER! Lots of doctors got to practice suturing skills on my head.
hmm, maybe that explains some things...
We used to play “car accident” by piling a few of us into a refrigerator or other large appliance box at the crest of a hill and then rocking back and forth til it started rolling down...
The powers of 3-11 year old physical resilience and regeneration are comic book like!
You got to go to the ER?
We were just told to "Rub some dirt in it. It'll be alright".