Conversation pieces of my scars as they happened.
“oh hey, you should put on that oven mitt before you pull out the…..oh shit! Oh no, damn it, put it under running cold water, no don’t touch it, hey that’s bubbling up, uh no I wouldn’t pop it, let me call the manager. Nah, she’ll forget about the mess on the floor once she sees that finger, oh damn it girl, that is gonna leave a scar! Ewww, it’s all red and wrinkly now, I sure hope you can bend that finger correctly later…ok, I can’t watch anymore!”
“hey, I can’t find my keys anywhere, yeah, I looked under there, in your purse, under the couch cushions, yes! Ok, let me go check. Oh just wonderful, guess who locked them in the car, nice going ….I need a wire hanger, I saw this thing once where a guy forced the long wire into, oh never mind, just help me. It’s almost in, a little more, now turn the hoop to the left….here hold this, I need to pull the window out just a bit so the wire can slide in more…I think I can slide the finger tips in enough to pull, yup, there it goes, now turn the wire, ok pulling a little mo…..Oh my gosh, are you ok? No I’m fi…there’s a glass in my finger! It’s all the way in my finger…get it out! Get it out! Ohhhh wait no stop!, don’t touch it, I’ll do it. Ok, that’s really stuck in there and the finger tip is turning different shades, um, I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t do that, but what do I know, I’m no doctor! Oh hey, speaking of, I think I need to go see one, like now! Let’s take my car, I mean, we can get the keys now.”
“mom look, I am doing it mommy, I’m riding my new bike! It’s ok, it’s a few rocks, I’ll be careful….ouch! oh no, there’s a rock stuck in my knee, there’s a rock in my knee, get it out mommy, get it out please get it out!”
“honey, can you please not smoke around the baby. Well don’t let her sit so close to the cigarette, don’t hover your hand over her like that, the ashes are going to land on her, oh no, flick it off, it’s on her foot now, hurry….give her to me…it’s burned both her hand and foot, that is going to scar, of all the stupid, inconsiderate things, oh shut up!” ( based on tidbits of information gathered over time, I have matching star-shaped scars on my left hand and top left foot where the cigarette landed perfectly flat on my skin)
“you have to slide the worm farther down the hook so it won’t slid off in the water, don’t be such a girl, hold it right, you’re such a whiny baby, here let me, I said give it to me, you’re so dumb I don’t know why uncle Jesse brought you along if you don’t know how to fish! Yuhu I do so know better than you, now here, that’s how you hook a worm….Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry don’t move, don’t pull…Uncle Jesse help! The hook went into her hand, hurry, oh I’m gonna be sick” (8 year olds fishing at a lake)
“Yes doctor, we are going to have to use the forceps to help the baby along, the head is too big. Mom we’re just going to give your baby girl a little tug to help her along here, please don’t you worry, she’ll be in your arms before long, we knew she was a big girl, she just wanted to make us work is all, that head is just a bit larger than expected, there she comes, pulling softly, grab her, that’s it. Yes mom, there may be a slight scar, but we’ll have to wait and see if the skin heals over it or it keeps its shape, good job all!” (45 years later there is a scar at my temple and under my chin)
Today I feel a wave of emotions as I list through a few good ole times.
Memories, like the corners of my mind.