On Tuesday I was hauling boxes out to our shop. On one trip I had knocked over the snow shovel but neglected to pick it up. Before heading out with another box Brooke decided she wanted to come so I got her all ready and we headed out. As I turned the corner outside the door my foot caught the shovel. With a spin plop and crack I was on the ground and bleeding from the back of my head. Now I don't fall down all that often and I have never cracked open my head. I was certainly dazed but got up and went in yelling for Cora to get my phone while I got a rag on my head. I had no idea how much I was really bleeding and didn't dare take the pressure off my head. Where it was the back of my head I couldn't see anything anyway. So the only thought going through my head was to get help before I passed out.
I probably should have relaxed a moment and processed the situation a little better but I have seen to many movies where people fall, hit their heads and die. Yeah, I was a little freaked out especially with my four little darlings in the house. I called my spouse, his boss, and my sister. No one responded and I frantically tried too think of someone close but couldn't focus so I dialed 911.
They were here quickly and I didn't even have enough of a gash to warrant stitches. Jeremy's boss called me back so I was able to get him home to help me with the kids. I was a bit noxious and really worked up. It took me all night to calm down.
In retrospect I could have walked over to my neighbors house, but I was so worried about my kids. I knew Cora could call for help but I didn't want her to need to. I am the boss, as my girls tell Jeremy, and I should be able to take care of everyone and myself. I have also realized I needed to teach Brooke and even Ally to use the phone to get help or to run over to the neighbors if I was ever unresponsive.
There are other ways I need to prepare my family for emergencies and after having this experience I'm going to do a better job!
