Never Saw it Coming...

One of my favorite pictures of John...I just love this handsome guy :)

This past Saturday John decided to do his workout in the afternoon since we were all going to a friend's house for a party that night.  Since the kids were up he figured he'd workout in our room so there would be fewer interruptions...and questions..."Daddy, what are you doing?"  "Daddy, why are you doing that?", etc.  He was using resistance bands with a P90X workout.  The bands go through a loop with a ball attached to it that you put over the door and then close the door.  Normally we had done this workout in the living room and used the garage door for the bands.

To make a long story short, John was using the bands when the door came open (on it's own...nobody opened it) and the bands came flying at him.  The hard plastic ball and the loop (made from the same material as a dog leash) hit him on the face.  I rushed him to an urgent care center where he ended up with 14 stitches to close up 3 lacerations from his upper lip to his nose.  He also sheared a large part of the skin off the right part of his nose.  They did a CT scan of his face to make sure his nose and any other facial bones were not broken.  They also did a chest x-ray because he had some large red welts on his upper chest from where it looked like the bands smacked him.

Scans/x-rays were all good and we left with a prescription for an anti-biotic (he got a tetanus shot) and percocet for pain.  Towards the end of the visit he started complaining about one of his bottom teeth hurting.  The CT scan didn't show any fractures but he thought it felt loose.  We called our dentist on Sunday and he told John to come in on Tuesday morning so he could do individual x-rays of the teeth.

Monday morning he woke up with some swelling in his face that was new and under his right eye looked like a bruise.  I took him to our regular dr. and she put him on a steroid to help the swelling in his face and his upper lip which had swelled pretty badly right after he got hit and didn't seem to be going down.

Tuesday morning he went to the dentist on his own and called to say that the tooth was indeed fractured and he was going to have to go in for a root canal at 1:00 that afternoon.  During the root canal it was determined that the tooth itself was broken and could not be fixed so it had to come out.  He'll have a post inserted and a new tooth constructed by our amazingly awesome dentist.

Another appointment he had Tuesday afternoon did not go as well as he had hoped either.  The dr. at the urgent care recommended he consult a plastic surgeon to make sure his nose was healing properly.  The urgent care made the appointment with a dr. they frequently recommend.  The guy was a complete jerk and made John feel worse than he already did.  For a plastic surgeon he had a horrible bedside manner and acted like he had never seen anything like it.  He even told John it was good that he mainly talks to clients on the phone and doesn't meet with them face to face!  JERK!!!!!  Obviously this guy just makes his money off elective nose jobs and butt lifts, etc.  Every other dr. John had seen about it had said that it looked like it would heal just fine and there was no infection.  This guy tried to tell him that the skin looked dead and infected...sorry but that's a bunch of bull****!  He also told John he would ONLY recommend this particular cream and how convenient was it that he sold it in the office...for $100 bucks!!!!  Of course after he practically scared John out of his wits John bought the cream.  I told John he would NOT go back to that idiot and I would find him another plastic surgeon to consult with and to remove his stitches next week.  He's got an appointment next Tuesday morning with a wonderful dr.  I called "bad dr.'s" office and cancelled the appointment he had made for next Tuesday.  The lady asked if I wanted to reschedule and I said no, he was going to see a different dr. So ;p on you meanie dr.!!!!!  I would have loved to give the woman an earful of what I thought of that dr. but it's not her fault her boss is a jerk so it wouldn't have been fair to her. (Can you tell I am just a tiny bit ticked off???)

John stayed home Monday and Tuesday and went back to work yesterday.  As expected he has been upset by the whole thing but I keep reminding him about what he said when he was waiting to get his stitches...It could have been much worse because if it had hit him about an inch higher he WOULD have broken his nose or a little to the left or right and it would have gotten him in an eye.  Having the swelling all but gone now has improved his outlook considerably and now if I could get the nagging doubt out his head about his nose (that the stupid idiot moron numskull dr. put in his head) then he'll be good to go.  He can't wait to start back up with the P90X workouts (minus the resistance bands that we threw in the trash!) but wants to wait until his nose has healed up more and he gets his stitches out.  I told him I still think he's a hottie :)