Keep Your Hands to Yourself and Nobody Gets Hurt

As if getting allergy shots–one in each arm–twice a week wasn’t bad enough, when the boys and I went to get the latest installment, Andrew decided to throw caution and my almost-constant reminders to the wind and put his hand on the elevator door as it was opening. More quickly than I could grab him or holler at him to pull it back, the doors slid open and pulled his fingers between the door and the wall of the elevator. What ensued sounded like nothing short of a horror film with a preschooler playing the lead role. Many of you already know how our children seem to be gifted with this ear-piercing screech, so it won’t be difficult to add your own internal sound effects. He wailed like…well, like his fingers were being crushed, and the rest of us moved into a panicked frenzy. Patrick started pounding furiously, first on the open door button to no avail (probably because the safety mechanism was set off) and then on the control panel as a whole, Ben ran out in the hall looking helpless but not liking what he heard or saw, and my adrenal glands went into overload. The receptionists from inside the office came running out just as I managed to slide his fingers slowly free from where they were wedged. Andrew was still weeping, but at least now his fingers were out. The receptionist brought a bag of ice for him as I inspected his fingers. His skin hadn’t been broken, but his two middle fingers had a strange purplish color and looked quite mangled. I assumed that he had broken something, but after keeping the ice on his fingers for a few minutes and calming us all down, they looked more normal and nothing was broken after all.

Having that drama behind us, Andrew still had a little squawk left in him to hoot and holler when it came time to get his shots. 3 down, 17 left to go with the twice-a-week injections. I’m sure they’ll survive, but I’m starting to wonder whether or not I will.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rebecca
    Jun 14, 2010 @ 15:48:42

    Oh. My. Goodness.

    That’s all I have to say.

    Reply

  2. Anna
    Jun 14, 2010 @ 18:05:49

    Wow…..bless his heart. Poor guy. Glad nothing was broken. Have your nerves calmed yet? Oh, and did you find the stapler?

    Reply

  3. guinever
    Jun 15, 2010 @ 00:34:54

    That’s awful. For everyone involved. I’m so glad no skin or bones were broken.

    Reply

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