First Day of Christmas
As a family we decided to try to enjoy 12 special days of Christmas where we focus on something Christmasy to get all excited for the big day. So last night was the first day and we decided to dig out our Christmas tree and decorate it. Jessica wanted to actually put the tree together so she was in charge of that part. The kids danced around putting the ornaments up. I took pictures and video(thereby insuring that I would not be in the pictures) and everything was going well. Then tragedy struck.
It was brought to my attention that most of the ornaments were lost or broken in the move and due to two smaller children getting into mischief. So I was distraught. Those ornaments have special significance to me as many are sentimental. So I dug out the crazy glue and set out to repair the ones that I could repair.
As I cut the tip of the crazy glue open---woosh--it sprayed all over the place right into both of my eyes. The pain was excruciating!!! After I stopped screaming Gil got me into the bathroom where I began dousing my eyes with cold water. By now each of the children were screaming too. Jessica was screaming because she understood how awful the situation was, Elizabeth and Frances were screaming because my screams had scared them, and Christopher was screaming because everyone else was screaming.
Gil then placed a call to Telehealth who told us we needed to get to the emergency room. Thank goodness that Jessica is old enough to baby-sit and so we left with a cold cloth pressed up to my eyes. I could open one but it was too painful to open the other. So Gil lead me everywhere I needed to go as we navigated the emergency room and were put through to "acute care". We spent two hours there before being seen by a doctor and by then I could open both eyes. Even though I was now leaking puss out of my eyes I was told that my eyes were fine. They are still bright red but I can see and they didn't actually stick together. So I wonder how my kids will remember this in years to come.
"Do you remember the year that Mommy glued her eye-balls?" So I have decided that crazy glue is an evil substance that I refuse to use again. Gil can do all the gluing from now on. So what was meant as a nice evening ended up in the emergency room.
However I am thankful that I can see, that I didn't scratch my eye and have to wear a patch--that would have sucked.
It was brought to my attention that most of the ornaments were lost or broken in the move and due to two smaller children getting into mischief. So I was distraught. Those ornaments have special significance to me as many are sentimental. So I dug out the crazy glue and set out to repair the ones that I could repair.
As I cut the tip of the crazy glue open---woosh--it sprayed all over the place right into both of my eyes. The pain was excruciating!!! After I stopped screaming Gil got me into the bathroom where I began dousing my eyes with cold water. By now each of the children were screaming too. Jessica was screaming because she understood how awful the situation was, Elizabeth and Frances were screaming because my screams had scared them, and Christopher was screaming because everyone else was screaming.
Gil then placed a call to Telehealth who told us we needed to get to the emergency room. Thank goodness that Jessica is old enough to baby-sit and so we left with a cold cloth pressed up to my eyes. I could open one but it was too painful to open the other. So Gil lead me everywhere I needed to go as we navigated the emergency room and were put through to "acute care". We spent two hours there before being seen by a doctor and by then I could open both eyes. Even though I was now leaking puss out of my eyes I was told that my eyes were fine. They are still bright red but I can see and they didn't actually stick together. So I wonder how my kids will remember this in years to come.
"Do you remember the year that Mommy glued her eye-balls?" So I have decided that crazy glue is an evil substance that I refuse to use again. Gil can do all the gluing from now on. So what was meant as a nice evening ended up in the emergency room.
However I am thankful that I can see, that I didn't scratch my eye and have to wear a patch--that would have sucked.
posted by Anne | 4:32 PM
2 Comments:
If you think about it, that could have been cool a Christmas pirate! plus those stories are the ones that forever get told and everyone laughs. You never forget those moments so it is a great start to your tradition i'm excited to see what you do for the next day of Christmas!
Hey it's Frances's "favourite" cousin here! Look at the bright side, at least you didn't actually glue your eyes. That would have been pretty inconvenient... see you at Christmas!
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