Sometimes, when there is a medical emergency, I don't mind to be the one that is called. I wanted to be a nurse. I am good with the stress, in the moment.
I went to run errands Thursday and Ruth texted me that Dad passed out in the garage and busted his face. They couldn't get the bleeding to stop, so Mom was taking him to the ER. I headed right over.
These pictures don't even do it justice. They were actually taken after I cleaned him up. Poor Dad literally bled for 2 1/2 hrs straight, I just kept handing him towels while the ER doctor kept coming back trying something new.