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Cam · 12-06-2002, 11:08 PM

I've had a pretty recent one, actually two that kind of follow the same path. Both were injuries to my parents. Neither life threatening but both were scary in their own way.

The first occurred when my mom broke her ankle the morning before I graduate from high school. I was sleeping in my room in my basement that morning and remember being woken up by something, I found out later it was probably my mom's scream. Anyways I was laying there and I heard my parents talking and couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I heard the door slam and someone running down the stairs, and somehow I just knew that something bad had happened. My dad came into my room and told me that mom thought she had broken her ankle and that I was going to have to run her to Plentywood. So I jumped out of bed, didn't even change my clothes and threw on some shoes without socks. I ran my mom to Plentywood (20 miles) and got her into the hospital. After x-rays the doctor decided she had to go to Sidney (another 80 miles away) to have surgery. I ended up driving her and sitting in the operating room myself while she was in surgery.

Though it wasn't life threatening I'd never been so nervous in my life. If it wouldn’t have been during graduation it wouldn’t have been nearly as big a deal. The biggest thing I’ll carry away from it was my mom, obviously in pain, and drugged up, flat out telling the doctor in Sidney and she “would be going home tomorrow” so she could get to my graduation.

The other instant occurred this summer. I was the only one at our house and my dad was out swathing some hay. Anyways I was sitting in the basement and heard the door open and ran up to see who it was. The first thing my dad said to me when I saw him was "you might have to run me to the Emergency room" turns out he had decided to do something to the swatter while it was running, and something had engaged and it ended up slicing his hand wide open. I ended up running him to Plentywood too, luckily he just needed stitches but it could have been so much worse.

I always remember thinking what would have happened if he would have hit an artery or cut off his hand. It still is something I think about when I find myself taking people close to me for granted.

12-06-2002, 11:08 PM	#9
Cam dripping with ignorance Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Grand Forks ND Posts: 642	I've had a pretty recent one, actually two that kind of follow the same path. Both were injuries to my parents. Neither life threatening but both were scary in their own way. The first occurred when my mom broke her ankle the morning before I graduate from high school. I was sleeping in my room in my basement that morning and remember being woken up by something, I found out later it was probably my mom's scream. Anyways I was laying there and I heard my parents talking and couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I heard the door slam and someone running down the stairs, and somehow I just knew that something bad had happened. My dad came into my room and told me that mom thought she had broken her ankle and that I was going to have to run her to Plentywood. So I jumped out of bed, didn't even change my clothes and threw on some shoes without socks. I ran my mom to Plentywood (20 miles) and got her into the hospital. After x-rays the doctor decided she had to go to Sidney (another 80 miles away) to have surgery. I ended up driving her and sitting in the operating room myself while she was in surgery. Though it wasn't life threatening I'd never been so nervous in my life. If it wouldn’t have been during graduation it wouldn’t have been nearly as big a deal. The biggest thing I’ll carry away from it was my mom, obviously in pain, and drugged up, flat out telling the doctor in Sidney and she “would be going home tomorrow” so she could get to my graduation. The other instant occurred this summer. I was the only one at our house and my dad was out swathing some hay. Anyways I was sitting in the basement and heard the door open and ran up to see who it was. The first thing my dad said to me when I saw him was "you might have to run me to the Emergency room" turns out he had decided to do something to the swatter while it was running, and something had engaged and it ended up slicing his hand wide open. I ended up running him to Plentywood too, luckily he just needed stitches but it could have been so much worse. I always remember thinking what would have happened if he would have hit an artery or cut off his hand. It still is something I think about when I find myself taking people close to me for granted. __________________ After the seventh beer I generally try and stay away from the keyboard, I apologize for what happens when I fail.