You know how your heart sinks when the school calls and its during school hours. I had a sinking feeling when she said it’s ……. from the school. The school has phoned before, where it’s nothing serious. Often just to help them with something. I just knew this wasn’t the case. Maybe it’s the way her voice was too calm when she spoke.
“Quintus cut his foot during break and I think you should take him to the doctor. He might need stitches but you should look and decide”
I work 2 minutes from school
really just two minutes and was there almost before she put the phone down. Okay, maybe not that fast but let’s just say I didn’t take my time.
It smelled like a hospital when I walked in and I knew it wasn’t a small cut. Especially after seeing poor Dora mopping the floor.
I took Quintus to the doctor and my least favourite doctor of all times was the only one available to see us. Seven stitches later and a very upset
little big boy.
I felt SO bad for him. He held on to me, like I could make the pain go away. The doctor had to inject him 5 times before the area was dead enough for him to work on it. It’s a big area and from the looks of it he didn’t even put in as many stitches as he should have. I think he was feeling so bad for Quintus, he just wanted to get it done
(or he wanted to get out and play golf … not sure.)
Quintus is currently lying on Ouma’s bed, high on pain meds. Not sure how he is going to sleep tonight, since he
cannot sleep without Jason shares a bed with Jason.