Back to the maternal grindstone. ^_^
May. 2nd, 2011 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakJust got back from the base clinic to have Mark's staples removed. The clinic was running 100% ID checks and bag searches at the entrance. Tom told me later that it's both because of last night's big news and because the base happened to have an exercise scheduled.
It wasn't fun, but it was much less troublesome than I expected. When Tom took Mark to Urgent Care nine days ago, it took Tom and two orderlies to hold the poor boy down, and a nurse to examine the wound and insert the staples.
Today, I just took off Mark's boots, laid him on the exam table, and held his torso, while a female nurse held his head securely and a male nurse (I think; was in ABUS and I never bothered to check his insignia) removed them. If he was a nurse and not a first term airman on some kind of basic medic training, he must have been fresh out of nursing school, because after I told him we'd need help to hold Mark, he kept asking the opinion of the lady in scrubs who was helping restrain Mark.
It was over quickly, despite Mark's shrieking and flailing, and only a tiny bit of blood emerged from the tiny little holes where the staples had been. He was still freaked out as I cleaned him up and led him out the exam room door, but calmed down rapidly when we left the clinic. Poor boy.
Right now he's getting mass quantities of Triscuits on demand, and cuddles when he deigns to accept them. The only remaining signs are four bright red dots and a pink line where the wound was; the scab flaked away over the weekend.
It wasn't fun, but it was much less troublesome than I expected. When Tom took Mark to Urgent Care nine days ago, it took Tom and two orderlies to hold the poor boy down, and a nurse to examine the wound and insert the staples.
Today, I just took off Mark's boots, laid him on the exam table, and held his torso, while a female nurse held his head securely and a male nurse (I think; was in ABUS and I never bothered to check his insignia) removed them. If he was a nurse and not a first term airman on some kind of basic medic training, he must have been fresh out of nursing school, because after I told him we'd need help to hold Mark, he kept asking the opinion of the lady in scrubs who was helping restrain Mark.
It was over quickly, despite Mark's shrieking and flailing, and only a tiny bit of blood emerged from the tiny little holes where the staples had been. He was still freaked out as I cleaned him up and led him out the exam room door, but calmed down rapidly when we left the clinic. Poor boy.
Right now he's getting mass quantities of Triscuits on demand, and cuddles when he deigns to accept them. The only remaining signs are four bright red dots and a pink line where the wound was; the scab flaked away over the weekend.
