Recently my 15 year old monster M came to his father and I suggesting that he wanted a long board. It’s like a skate board but with a longer board and usually pointed at one or both ends.
Now let’s just say that my 15 year old, like most typical teenage boys his age, often don’t think before attempting to do something they think is “cool”.
Well last weekend he decided to try a leap of faith right down one of the steep hills in which our neighborhood resides. And when I say steep I mean like somewhere between 90* angle and vertical. This resulted in a crash landing and let’s just say the pavement won.
When we bought the long board we also bought him a helmet. But do you think he was wearing it? NO! Of course not, cause that would be “uncool”. Luckily he didn’t hit his head but scraped his body up pretty badly, particularly the palm of his hand which I am quite certain upon observation was missing about 1/8 inch layer of skin. This would be the same hand that last year he scraped riding a skate board down the same hill. You think he would have learned his lesson. Nope, not our boy.
For the past several days he has been applying antibiotic ointment (I must have 10 tubes of that stuff in this house) and wrapping it and keeping it clean. He has also been seeing the school nurse throughout the day to get it cleaned and wrapped as well.
So today, much to my surprise, I get a phone call from the school nurse. I was in Zumba class so I didn’t hear it but I do check my phone in between songs just in case there is an emergency. The number was a school number so I stepped outside to listen to the message. As I am listening to it my phone starts ringing again and it’s my son’s phone number.
It’s the school nurse calling me from my son’s number. Before I can even get the words out that I had just got done listening to her message, she starts going on the entire spiel again. For like 5 minutes she is telling me about my son’s hand and that she feels it needs to be checked by a doctor…which she also had put in the message. So I tell her that I will make an appointment, thanks for calling me, and we hang up.
And I am irritated.
For one, unless his arm has fallen off, or there’s a bone broken, or an actual emergency…there is no reason to call my phone twice. Yes I realize that it was just a Zumba class but I would have gotten the message when I was done and called the doctor’s office and made an appt. Which is exactly what I did…when I was done. He has an appointment today.
What baffles me more is that I am constantly reading on my small towns Facebook pages about the fact that there are kids being bullied and stuff happening at school that no one of authority seems to want to get involved in. Yet here is my son, with his scraped hand, and suddenly I am called twice.
So now I sit here, wondering if the school nurse thinks we are awful parents because we didn’t take him to the doctor when it first happened. Or that we haven’t been checking it every night to see how it is doing. Personally I can’t stand to look at things like that, if I could then I would have been a nurse. I can handle just about every other bodily fluid but blood….nope. But he’s also a 15 year old boy who should know if it’s getting better or worse.
I am also just plain irritated because he really needs to learn to stop and think before he does something he finds to be “cool”. Even the friend that he was with, who has ridden a long board for quite some time, said he wouldn’t have tried something so stupid.
So could someone please tell me why my son thought it would be such a fab idea?
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