same song, second verse

14/07/2008

monica @ transplanting me a13, c15, family, ookie 9 Comments

it started with these vaguely familiar words coming from the mouth of one of my kids. “c14′s bleeding, alot.”

so michael and i took off running towards the pool.

and sure enough – he was bleeding. alot. c14, a11 (who begged to go) and i headed off to the hospital.

while i got c14 registered the nurses fast tracked him back through the er. after i finished i headed back to find him. it wasn’t too difficult. we were the only farangs around. several nurses pointed us in the right direction.

in no time he was patient #1.

that’s gross, isn’t it?

and we had a real, life doctor. for real. can’t tell you how good that felt.

and a great suture job. i mean, look how good those stitches are??

and then we were off. in a snap.

your friendly neighborhood spiderman

14/07/2008

monica @ transplanting me ookie , 8 Comments

the other night we had a visitor. a visitor who caused all kinds of hullaballoo.

he was ginormous. and scary. really, really scary.

and fast. very, very fast. super duper fast. incredibly fast.

but we knew just who to call. c14 to the rescue. it took that entire can of bug killer to take him out. and just before he took his very last breath he looked at us and with a tear in his eye said – “you may have gotten me, but you’ll never ever get iron man.”