Hey everyone…I have been busy with lots of things this week. First of all, we had this impending snow storm. So I went to the store, and then forgot something so I went again. I probably go to the store more than most people to find the things on my Paleo menu. But that’s okay, its “hunt and gather”. After I got back, I was coming in the house with bags of groceries and my cell was ringing. The school nurse called to tell me my daughter spilled soup on her hand. Guess what she got? A burned hand. That’s right. How’s that for irony? I didn’t really appreciate it.
I was not told to pick her up. I was told it was a small blister. By the time she got home, it was not so small and her hand was bothering her. Unfortunately, everyone, and I do mean everyone, had been sent home early for this “winter warning” we were under. The school handled it as they thought they should, but I told the principal I expect more from the cafeteria. One of the ladies on the “line” had seen it happen, asked my child if she was okay, and moved on with her day.
If you remember, I was a teacher and I understand how hectic the lunch line is; however, what I do not understand is why they would serve soup so hot my child has second degree/partial thickness burns. This brought back memories of my burn as a child on my hand, which was my entire palm, but also of the blisters during my early Porphyria days. Those days are locked deep down and I usually keep a lid on them.
I spent countless nights with raw flesh on my hands trying to heal from the blisters that popped. I thought my hands would be scarred and so did everyone else. I rarely talk about that time, but if you want to read more you can check here. So I brought out all my old resources. The white cotton gloves, the creams and ointments, and the hope that this would heal. I am so very tired of old wounds splitting open.
So her wound is healing, and she is wearing the white glove everyday. We tried to find some humor the other night by telling her about one of our favorite performers, Michael Jackson. That did lighten the mood as we showed her a video and tried to get her to do the moonwalk. It was pretty funny. There is a lesson to be learned here, but I really wish someone else could carry that burden.