A Laceration
My dad cut himself on a large piece of glass tonight, enough that he had blood all over the floor when I came into the kitchen. I cleaned and dressed his wound, it may be open enough to require stitches, but he won’t go to the emergency room. I can’t say that I blame him, I probably wouldn’t either. Beyond just the cost and 2 hour wait, I just don’t like doctors or hospitals.
I had him sit in his lounge chair and keep his hand above his head to help stop the bleeding. He decided not to take his blood thinner medication tonight, but make sure he takes it first thing in the morning.
I actually had to run out to my car and get the first aid kit out of there, since apparently my home stock is running low. (Reminder for myself).
I just get scared when he gets hurt like that. I know the human body has the ability to heal itself, but he just seems like such a special case. Even the smallest wound could cause problems with his circulatory issues.
Why wasn’t I a doctor? At least I have some brief experience at the emergency vet.
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