Last night as we were eating dinner (boiled chicken, porriage, and ojovo-freshly made nut oil) someone calls Johnny's (oldest son) cell phone. then a call to Eveline's (middle daughter's) cell phone...apparently there has been a stabbing at the local cuca shops (little bars) and the stabbing victim would like a ride to the hospital. Well, as Johnny is eating, he says he is very tired and does not want to go...so I just assume (something I just shouldn't do here) that he is not going to take him. About 10 minutes later another call asking again for a ride to the hospital and please hurry because of the bleeding.
So, when I was in junior high school and high school I thought that maybe I wanted to be doctor--but then realized it was a lot of work so I didn't pursue it...but I thought that last night may be my night to be a pseudo doctor. So I grabbed some gauze and tape that I got for a rash on Kayla's foot and ran out the door with Johnny...as Meme trailed us telling me not to touch anything because I didn't have gloves...in my mind, I was going to save a life of a stabbing victim and if I had to use plastic grocery bag to cover my hands so I could tend to his wounds, then I would!
Well, we got there and his forearm had some dried blood on it and he said he was stabbed in the stomach...but he did not show us the wound and I did not see much blood..so I was quite disappointed that I was not able to put my gauze to use! Anyway, we first had to stop at the police station to get a form with a stamp for the hospital-I suggested we just go to the hospital and skip the police b/c if he is really injured we shouldn't take the time, but my suggestion was overruled! Once at the hospital he went into the 'causality' ward and was never seen again. They admitted him for the night.
While we were waiting, I was begging Johnny to let me "liberate" (as Beth Swadener, my mentor, has said in similar situations) a wheelchair for our grandmother b/c she is unable to walk and has taken to crawling but he would not let me-he was scared...but I may go back! It will be returned when she no longer needs it!
Anyway, on the ride home, the cousin that escorted him to the hospital was telling us this stabbing was over candy! The "victim" was so angry he wanted to take a spear and go to the cuca shop for paybacks! Thankfully he didn't!
We got home at about 1:30 am and I was exhausted...image how tired I would have been if I had to really put my medical skills to use...I still hope to use the gauze!
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Dr. Bartlett, I can see that. I'm glad you're keeping up your blog, I check it every couple of days. We miss you. Happy holidays.
Jenn
Just remember to call if u get caught "Liberating".
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