Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Hurrieder I Go, the Behinder I Get

I first learned this saying from my grandma and now it is one I find myself saying often. Typically it is after I've made some stupid little mistakes that could have been avoided if I'd only slowed down a little. 

Yesterday it was my mom's turn to utter those words--but, unfortunately, she ended up saying them after she got home from the emergency room. We were on our way in the house from a nice lunch out when she hurried up the porch steps and stumbled, hitting her hand on the brick of the house. I was getting Evan out of the car and didn't see what happened, but I heard my dad ask her if she was okay. She kept holding her hand and I could tell something was wrong, so I rushed over. 

She was holding her pinkie finger and said, "I think I need stitches." There was a big gash in her finger. Yikes! I agreed with her. Just then, she turned her hand a little and we both realized her little finger was in the shape of the letter Z. The top of the finger bent backwards. 

My dear, sweet mom suddenly developed the mouth of a sailor. I don't think she'd mind me telling everyone. Bryan later told me he'd never heard my mom talk like that. We were both looking at her finger when she said, "*@!#, I think I broke my finger." There was no doubt in my mind given that it was frozen in the awful shape. I just kept looking at until Bryan told me I was going to make myself sick. 

I ran in the house to get her an ice pack and a towel. Bryan got her in the car--all the while she was telling him, "I don't have time for this." That and a few choice words.  My dad drove my mom to the hospital. All this happened about an hour and a half before some friends were coming over for a little get together. We of course had to cancel. I think she was more upset about that than anything else. 

My mom came home a few hours later with some stitches and a brace on her finger. It was only dislocated and not broken. Bryan and my dad seemed to enjoy the awful story about the sounds the finger made while being moved back into place, but I still get a little sick to my stomach when I think about it! 

This morning when I asked my mom how her finger was doing, she said fine and added, "The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get." It is so true. So, I'm going to try to remember that as I finish the hustle and bustle that is sure to ensue over the next few days. 

1 comment:

Becca said...

Poor Aunt Roz! Hope she's doing better. Sorry we are going to miss you this trip. If I get a chance tomorrow when we are in Price I'll call and maybe run out to say hello.