The return

Merry New Year!

Addison was still at my parents. Matt met some friends for Bowl games and lunch. Jake and I were left to a peaceful afternoon all to our selves. We venture out on a hour long walk. we watch some grade schoolers play a little football at the park,we run through the fields playing tag with trash cans, and stroll hand and hand contemplating the new year. Peaceful, to say the least.

We return to the pleasingly empty house and cuddle, talk, read, and "bark" at some dogs through our dining room window.

Oh the damn barking, window, and window sills.

I lug my laptop in the room to be with Jake as he howls, growls and yaps at the dogs passing by. I am an arms and legs distance away from the "dog yapper," he is wearing his helmet, and after about 5 minutes minutes of this I am starting to tell him to go play away from the window and stop barking.

About this time I see him collapse and hear a "BANG!" Down he goes.

I mumble something under my breath, or probably shouted it , as the house was empty.

Reach to pick him up,

and BLOOD!

But, it's not from the chin, small victory, as I could not stomach replacing the 21 brand new stitches, that are to be taken out Sunday.

The blood is coming from his mouth and maybe nose. I lift his lip to looking and see,

more blood, a large flap, and a black hole.

This doesn't look good.

I am aware usually one does not do much, if anything for mouth cuts, but this looks bad. I call the after hours clinic and ask several questions and it comes down to :

If it won't stop bleeding, or there is a flap, he needs to go to the emergency room, as they can't repair it there.

So off we go again. I grab the iPod and the Fisher Price go with me dvd player, call my mom, because I don't want to alarm Matt and ruin his time catching up with friends, and head out.

Merry New Year! Happy Christmas!

I groan, as we drive up, because the er parking lot is packed, and the waiting room is equally crowded.

Surprisingly though, the admittance clerk is extremely nice, when usually we have someone grumble "fill out the papers," and point to where they are.

The wait is surprisingly short, and in triage Jake scores a frog!

Is all this symbolism for better things to come?!

I walk, with a smile, to room "24" (good number)

We wait maybe 10 minute for the doctor and he gives us the news.

Jake tore his gums not his lip. I guess on the way down he snagged his upper lip on the window sill and continued to the floor.

His frenum was ripped and there is indeed a hole.

Treatment:
If I wanted to sedate him, we could stitch it up.

No Thanks! I opt to let it heal naturally.

We leave the all too frequented er in Plano, in less than a hour, less 100$, no stitches and a happy green frog!

“I do believe that when we face challenges in life that are far beyond our own power, it's an opportunity to build on our faith, inner strength, and courage. I've learned that how we face challenges plays a big role in the outcome of them.”

Sasha Azevedo

God Bless~ Christine

Appaently I have not been keeping a seizure count.
New Years eve >3
New Years day >3