What a Pain in the Eye, Actually Just Above It
When I get the chance, I like to go to my 7 year old son's Little League games. It's nice to see them learning the sport and just being kids. But last night, I got more than I bargained for.
One of the dads, Bill Jessup, is a really knowledgeable and enthusiastic teacher of the game of baseball. He has all sorts of equipment for training the kids. I was assigned to toss balls to the batters who would then hit them into this large net. Good for hand-eye coordination. Well, some of the kids were hitting the ball around the net and then another boy went to retrieve the errant baseballs.
This young man was doing a fine job until he got a bit overenthusiastic. From about 3 feet away he returns one of the balls by way of an overhand throw. From point blank range, this ball hits me right above the right eye. Wow, did that hurt! But, I never yelled or said any bad words. (I'm proud of myself for that.) I just told the boy to have a seat.
My wife quickly runs over and brings me an ice pack. A few moments later, I saw blood dripping down my hand that was holding the ice pack. "That can't be good" is what I thought to myself. Rather quickly after that, a few of the adults had come over to assist.
I had a cut like a boxer. Right in the eyebrow and about an inch long. Imagine if it was an inch lower. It wouldn't be my eyebrow, it would be my vision...Fortunately, one of the parents who came to help was a nurse. She quickly surmised that I needed to go and get stitches and since it had been a while, a tetanus shot also. (A dirty baseball can carry germs, etc.)
Are you kidding me? All of this from the accidental throw of a baseball from a 7 year old.
Off to the Emergency Room . Shady Grove Adventist Hospital runs a satellite Emergency Room off of Rte. 118 in Germantown. This is a nice place. It's new , it just opened last summer, and clean and the staff was super. And as it happened to be, they had a physicians assistant, Lenny Chornock, who is a pro at stitches.
A little background here, other than my wisdom teeth, I have never had stitches and when I had them for the wisdom teeth, I was unconscious. So, I was a bit on the anxious side being that I would be wide awake.
Once in eighth grade, I had cut my finger with a linoleum knife in art class. I was in the ER with the curtain closed wondering if I would need stitches. Next to me was this girl, I guess about my age who had cut open both her knees on the track at school. I could hear everything going on. The doctor, just before he starts giving her stitches says, "This won't hurt at all". The next thing I hear is the girl screaming in agony. I begged them after that for butterfly bandages and I escaped without stitches. No such luck this time.
Back to Lenny. This guy was a riot. He insisted that we had met years ago in Shady Grove Hospital. I swear on my life that I have never been inside that place. But, this guy was going to give me stitches, so I wasn't going to get into an argument with him. Lenny has been in medicine for 22 years and even mentioned that he had worked with a plastic surgeon for 7 years. How lucky am I that this guy was working when I needed him?
We spend about the next 30 minutes just sharing jokes while Lenny stitches me up. For an ER experience, this was about as good as it gets. The worst part was the injection of lidocaine around the wound to numb the pain. Before I knew it, the repair to my eyebrow was made and I had made a few new friends and I even got a story out of it.
Oh, before I left the field, I told Bill Jessup that I was done as a hitting instructor.
