You know, when your children grow up (Stacey will be 21 in April), you don't expect to get frantic calls about bumped heads! Yesterday afternoon, S went to visit some friends. She called to say she would be home around 5'sh and "whats for dinner Mom!" I left the office and on my way home, I get another call from her! She sounded totally stressed out and almost in tears!
Me: (starting to panic) "What's wrong Stacey?"
Stacey: "I bumped my head!"
Me: "Where are you?"
Stacey: "Still at Cheryl's house."
Me: "Are you alright?"
Stacey: "Yes, but there was a lot of blood!"
Me: "I'm on my way!"
I got to Cheryl's house and there she sat, white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf. She had gone to the bathroom. They have a glass shelf with a dustbin underneath it. Stacey bent down to throw a tissue into the bin and stood up! She hit her head on the corner of the glass shelf. Fortunately she did not need stitches, but being a head wound it bled like crazy! Anyhow, after a glass of sugar water, a coke and Mum a cup of coffee, she felt better and was able to drive her car home!
We did have a little giggle about it afterwards! She's a bit of a "panic mechanic" and the sight of all the blood freaked her (and Cheryl!) out! All's well that ends well!
Stacey with a tiger cub taken at the Rhino and Lion Game Park - BEFORE the injury! Ha!