The Eclectic

Time moves in one direction, memory in another. – William Gibson

John’s tongue and Jean’s hand

Posted by David Leslie on May 7, 2005

Not sure what had me more stressed out this week. John having his tongue untied and his mole removed or Jean whacking her hand with a knife while trying to cut an avocado.

The epic that was finding someone who could take care of both John’s tongue and mole at the same time came to a close on Tuesday. Dr. Villalobos took all of 5 minutes to clip the tongue (no stitch needed) pop the mole and send it to the lab and come out to start talking with me about how well thing had gone. Just about the time it took Jean to walk to the gift shop, buy a SpongeBob balloon and start walking back. In fact I was trying to stall him when Jean came back to the waiting area with the balloon. John spent more time in post op recovery than he did in the OR itself. Later that day when we got home, John was eating, drinking, and playing as if nothing had happened. Jean and I however we a wreck.

By Friday, John had picked up a nasty cold. So nasty we had taken him to Doctor Sara just to be on the safe side. So Jean being the great Mom that she is decided Friday afternoon to make John his favored snack, guacamole.

This is when things went bad. The knife slipped and sunk along the side of Jean’s hand along the knuckles. She couldn’t get a hold of me at work, the neighbors we’re gone so she called her sister who works downtown to pick her up and take her to the urgent care for stitches.

Now I’m known to be an overly defensive driver. Yet I shocked even myself when, coming from Dublin on the other side of town, I beat Jean to the Urgent care by a car length. John was cranky so he and I went for ice cream at MacDonald while Jean got 5 stitches in her hand…


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