Brook's "Do it Yourself" provoked some responses.
Besides Leslie's wishing for a video, here's Tina, Sue and Jon:
Tina says:
Pretty funny, Brook!
When I took the link to the blog site I also discovered the story
of Sam choking on the jawbreaker. I like Dave's version of the ending...where
he retrieved the jawbreaker!
The story reminded me, for unknown reasons, of one of my screwy
childhood memories. My friends and I were climbing up onto the roof of Hoberg's
wood shed, then scooting to the edge and jumping off. Just for funzies. Only it
had a shake roof, and I managed to get a wood sliver in my butt. I ran home to
get mom to remove the sliver from my bum, but she couldn't get it out, so she
called Dr Ulman. It was after office hours, but he told her to bring me to his
office (the one that was over Uncle John's Western Auto store), and he'd meet
us there. After Dr. Ulman got the sliver out he dabbed the wound with
mercurochrome...and he then proceeded to draw an entire mercurochrome face on
my behind, while he and Mom laughed and laughed. Oh the humiliation of it all!
**For those to young to know what mercurochrome was, is was a
bright-orange liquid antiseptic.
Sue adds:
And that
mercurochrome had mercury in it, too!
Tina, you aren’t the only one with a sliver in the butt. Sandy and I were
sliding down the sand dunes at the end of 31st Street, sitting on a slab of
wood that somebody had used for target practice, so it was splintered. We each
picked up a sliver. I left mine in place for a day because a school chum
advised “wait until it festers.” Sandy told Mom, and she removed both slivers.
Then there was Eric’s sliver, deep, deep into the arch of his foot, from a
floor in my house that was deteriorating. The pediatrician had him lie on his
belly with his foot elevated, and put a tourniquet around his leg before he
started to cut into the foot. “I’m glad that sliver wasn’t in my head!” Eric
said. The doctor asked him, “Why? The bony skull would stop it from going in so
deep.” Eric: “Yeah, but I wouldn’t want that tourniquet around my neck.”
The doctor started laughing so hard that he had to put down his scalpel or
butcher knife or whatever, and quit shaking, before he could finish the job.
We have to tell that one on Eric when he recites the story of Brook’s getting a
walnut stuck in his nose. SueS
Jon recounts his own embarrassing catastrophe:
2013 was not a good year for us! We went to
N.J. for the 'spring visit' and came back, then Barbara's Aunt died & we
had to go back to N.J. Meanwhile, I had a 'splinter' in my right thumb
'fester,' and the 'red' was starting up my hand into my wrist. I went
into the emergency room on Sat morning, and the doctor on call (from some
middle eastern country) did surgery on the thumb. He had me come back on
Sun morning for a dressing change. We left on Monday for N.J., but spent
an overnite with a friend at the head of the Bay. She scheduled me with
an appointment with a 'wound doctor,' who cut off about 1/2 " of skin all
around the wound.
We ended up at the 'viewing' in N.J., with my
right thumb bandaged. Barbara went ahead as part of the 'primary'
family. I sat in the second row. At some point in the 2-hour
service, Barbara looked around and told me I should Zip my fly. (I
couldn't, because my thumb wasn't working!)
'
The lady 'pastor' seemed to get a kick out of
this little bit of information as we were putting Barbara's Aunt's ashes
into the ground at the family cemetery on yet a third visit.
jl
David says to Tina : I shall now refer to you as “Tina, my cousin with the Mercurochrome butt
tattoo!”
And Tina answers: I probably hosted the original smiley face...not sure though, since it was
hard for me to view!
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