The Friday Five for today concerns boo boos (little physical hurts). I can't cut and paste the questions here because I'm a guest computer user. And, I have the memory strength of a dead leaf. So, here are my answers as best I can recall:
I am a big baby about my own boo boo hurts. I, too, sprained my ankle falling off a sidewalk edge wearing Birkies. Yikes! I was in rotten pain, went to the ER, got crutches and swore off rigid flat-bottomed shoes until the next time I put them on.
Seeing my own blood makes me sick. Seeing your blood pushes me into action. I am a good boo boo nurse.
Papa handled my boo boos. He pained animal shapes with mecurachrome (what is that word???) over my scraped knees, cuts and miseries.
I love decorated bandages like Hello Kitty designs, action figures and flowers. So did our children who begged for more and more bandages when they got hurt. I recall LS having six or eight bright bandages even if his boo boo required only one bandaid.
I hate paper cuts on my hands. Remember that.
ER experiences for me? I got dropped off at the ER by LH years ago. He couldn't stay with me because we had no one to take care of the children. I wasn't getting the service I needed so, copying my fellow waiting patients, I began to wail loudly. Got service quickly.
I'm traveling home today, beginning this afternoon. If you have my number, call me. I get lonely on the road. Please pray for my safety.
Boo Boo Free,
St. Casserole
3 comments:
I LOVE themed band-aides!!
And we always called it monkey blood.
Well, since I don't have your phone number, welcome home.
Good advice for getting quicker service - I think it applies to other places too. Make a spectacle of yourself and they will do anything to keep you quiet.
Hope the traveling went well and you're home safe. Excellent idea with the wailing. I'll keep that in mind.
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