My brother used to play hockey in the street with his friends during the winter. He got whacked in the middle of his forehead with the puck, got a big egg, and my mother had to get a neighbor to take her to the hospital with him. Being the baby of the family, I had to rough it. No emergency room for me. One day, my mother ordered me to help my brother pick up his Lionel train set off the floor. I hadn't been playing with it, and got ticked off. Picked up the engine, and shoved it hard into one end of the box...it came out the other end, and the cow catcher on it put a big gash in the area, just above my left knee. I probably should have had stitches, but my mother put a big gauze bandage on it, and that was that. When I was in high school, I was on cheer squad. We were at practice, and I was doing a jump, and came down on my right foot the wrong way. My ankle buckled, and I had a bad sprain...probably tore the ligaments in it. By the time I walked home (about a mile), my ankle had started to swell pretty bad. My mother made a poultice of some ingredients (beaten egg whites, baking soda, and God knows what else). She applied the poultice onto the ankle, wrapped it up with an Ace bandage, and the next day the swelling was gone. In my old age, I now wish I had remembered exactly what was in it. My two sons probably thought I was a meanie, because I never babied them when they got hurt.
LMAO! Thanks for that. Being compressed, it reads as one calamity after another. :-) Funny about sisters, she and I were about 6-7 years old, picking and putting rocks in a wheel barrow. She coaxed me in for a ride after we decide it was all we could handle, which I was leery about, but did it, and she tipped it over with the rocks tumbling on me. I had some bumps and bruises on my head, and she got in big trouble. After all these years (60+), and seeing how she “evolved”, I now believe she may have actually been trying to kill me. LOL!