Friday, September 22, 2006
Boo Boo Alert Friday Five
Boo Boo Bear joins us for this week's Friday five focusing on injuries.
1) Are you a baby about small injuries? Indeed! I do not tolerate pain very well. I weep when I stub my toe.
2) What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself? Well, it's not exactly about an injury, but here is a funny example of my pain tolerance. I'm sitting in an oral surgeon's chair, ready to have a tooth pulled. I am about 12 years old. I tell them that I would much prefer the gas to put me asleep to the I.V. They didn't listen, and gave me the I.V. I ripped it out of my arm. They put the needle back in. I ripped it out. They put it back in. I ripped it out. They put it back in. I ripped it out. They gave me the gas. The surgeon says that at that point, I smiled.
Another example. I was in labor. I was in labor for more than 24 hours. When I came in, they took a blood sample. Fine. I was used to being poked and prodded throughout the pregnancy. Then, after 24 hours, apparently they wanted another sample. The meek nurses aide came in to take the sample. I screamed at her, "Haven't you taken enough blood from me!" She slinked out of the room. I later apologized.
3) Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child? My mommy, with a kiss, bacteine, and a band aid.
4) Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos? I try, but I hate blood. Being a Mom has helped in that regard. Isn't it funny how a band-aid will make a child stop crying?
5) What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room? My dad was swinging me around in the back yard. He was swinging me around with my feet in the air, holding onto my arms. Something popped out of socket--I can't remember what. That's the worst of it! I've been pretty fortunate.
1) Are you a baby about small injuries? Indeed! I do not tolerate pain very well. I weep when I stub my toe.
2) What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself? Well, it's not exactly about an injury, but here is a funny example of my pain tolerance. I'm sitting in an oral surgeon's chair, ready to have a tooth pulled. I am about 12 years old. I tell them that I would much prefer the gas to put me asleep to the I.V. They didn't listen, and gave me the I.V. I ripped it out of my arm. They put the needle back in. I ripped it out. They put it back in. I ripped it out. They put it back in. I ripped it out. They gave me the gas. The surgeon says that at that point, I smiled.
Another example. I was in labor. I was in labor for more than 24 hours. When I came in, they took a blood sample. Fine. I was used to being poked and prodded throughout the pregnancy. Then, after 24 hours, apparently they wanted another sample. The meek nurses aide came in to take the sample. I screamed at her, "Haven't you taken enough blood from me!" She slinked out of the room. I later apologized.
3) Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child? My mommy, with a kiss, bacteine, and a band aid.
4) Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos? I try, but I hate blood. Being a Mom has helped in that regard. Isn't it funny how a band-aid will make a child stop crying?
5) What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room? My dad was swinging me around in the back yard. He was swinging me around with my feet in the air, holding onto my arms. Something popped out of socket--I can't remember what. That's the worst of it! I've been pretty fortunate.
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You would have thought the Oral Surgeon would have listened. Boy you are a persistent person.
But turthly I like the gas too.
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But turthly I like the gas too.
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