Visiting Nurse

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It's a well-known fact that I'm not so good with blood & guts. So, when Prince Firstly sustained a deep gash in his hand while getting himself a glass of water the other day, the first thing I did -- after throwing him a dishtowel to stop the bleeding -- was call Mr. CM in to take a look. No sense in the both of us being out of commission -- him with a severed hand & me with a head injury after collapsing to the floor at the sight of it -- right?

Fast forward, 11 stitches later.... Stitches which I brought him to the doctor for, and even witnessed, from a distance... but stitches which I would prefer not to have to look at again. Really.

Fortunately for him, my mother is well aware of my squeamishness. I'm pretty sure that as a nurse, she regards my "condition" as some sort of disorder. The kind of disorder you might roll your eyes and chuckle at. But, I digress....

So, when it came time to change the bandages, she didn't even need to be asked. She was already on her way over, coming to save him from looming infection and faint-hearted mothering.

Thanks, Mom!