Obviously Kevin's injury has opened up many not so normal everyday topics to discuss. But my favorite has been the ongoing conversation between the kids trying to figure out if they have all had their head bonked yet or not. We thought that only Miranda had made it through life unscathed thus far, but today Justin remembered her upset. Curious?
John: Actually we can go ahead and include Justin in this one as well - about two or three weeks ago, while playing football in the park with Uncle Wes and the other boys, Justin got thrown into John's face. Justin's head made full contact with John's chin. John went down for the count. I'm not lying - he couldn't walk. I got him inside the house where he lay on the floor for the next two hours before he was finally able to scoot up onto the couch and resume a sitting position. It was about another hour before he could walk upstairs and get in bed.
Justin had a zinger of a headache, but managed to pull past his smack without losing the ability to function.
Justin- 1
Daddy - 1
Kevin: poor thing - just breaks my heart
Kevin-0
Brick-1
Jason: I had not remembered Jason's, but apparently we were hanging out with the Kimball's - I don't remember if it was at their house or when we went down to Kingsville with them, ,but Grammy was definitely there and so was Katherine. Jason said he was walking on some rocks with Grammy and Katherine and looked back at something, lost his footing and fell head first into the rocks. I don't remember - but Justin and Daddy did. It must have been pretty traumatic, because I have blocked it from my subconscious. I am sure stitches were not involved, or I would have remembered that.
Jason-0
Rocks-1
Colton: A few months ago, the kids were getting ready to go out to the park. Jason had his scooter and Colton, being the ball of energy that he is was rolling around on the ground heavily anticipating something we do everyday. Apparently Colton rolled over toward Jason just as Jason picked up his scooter, the kind that swing around and smack you in the ankle just to be mean. Although this time it missed an ankle and smacked Colton in the head. Blood gushed, but it ended up only being a superficial wound.
Colton-0
Scooter-1
and last but not least, Miranda: I saved her for last because she is so funny. I don't remember this happening either. But Justin reminded me today and I do remember what was said afterwards. Maybe Miss Rachel or Anne Michal or Lizzie can help me with the details. Apparently we were at the Anderson's visiting and Miranda fell head first off of a scooter she was riding. That was very sad. But after she had calmed down a bit, she turned teary-eyed to her Daddy and seriously asked, "Daddy, did my brains all fall out?" Yes, it was tempting. I think he told her, "I hope not".
Miranda-0
Concrete ground-1
Ooops, I guess I should include my own head injury story: When I was 18 months old I was attacked by a German Shepherd who didn't want to share his food with me. 56 or 57 stitches and yes, I still love dogs. My parents did a great job of not instilling fear of dogs in me, even though they would have had reason to. In fact, I didn't even know about the accident until I was in late elementary school or so and while brushing my hair I discovered the scar that ran down the entire side of my head. My mom thought it was time to tell me then.
Heather-0
German Shepherd-1
So that's us. And I haven't even dipped into the extended family. But I won't. Those are their stories to tell.
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I can't resist sharing some head-injury stories of my own:
1. When I was 5, I jumped out of a swing and landed on my head. That wasn't the worst; it just made me dizzy. Then, I went to the porch door to try and open it. As I was pulling, my feet slipped forward and my head went back - right onto the corner of some concrete. Several stitches.
Ground and concrete (tag-team): 1
Brian: 0
2. Fifth grade birthday party of a friend at Rollertown. I was playing a game of roller hockey, and I was just behind another guy chasing the puck. Then, hockey stick to the head, above and to the left of my left eye.
Hockey stick: 1
Brian: 0
3. And finally, Westminster Pres., probably about a year ago. We were playing soccer after Covenant Kids, and someone kicked the ball high (Everyone had been arguing about whether it was too dark to play). I was set up perfectly for a header, but when it came down, it didn't hit the top of my head so much as it hit me right between the eyes. My glasses got bent, and my vision was blurry for two days.
Soccer Ball: 1
Brian: 0
My poor head. It's amazing that I can still cram more stuff into it!
OK NOW ME---NOW ME!!
When I was in Basic Training in the Army at Ft. Knox, KY (shout out to Rachel!) I was hit in the back of the head with a tear gas grenade resulting in five stitches. I endured a LOT of ridiculing from drill sergeants for the last two weeks of basic with my head wrapped in gauze. (But I did get a candy bar at the hospital--boo-ya!)
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