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edited July 2011 in Chit chat
Not many things make me feel helpless but today did :(

My 10yr old had been out playing for around half an hour. There's a knock on my door, and there's a strange woman crying. She asked if Liam lived here - he was in her car.

Covered in blood, clothes ripped to shreds and crying in pain.

He was playing with friends and decided to climb a tree. Then fell 20ft, there is a branch around half way down that he bounced off which probably saved him.

6 inches from where he landed (on his back) is a concrete block with half a wooden post sticking out.

He is one lucky kid - he's got himself a night in hospital but no broken bones. I had to go & see where he fell because the hospital wanted to know if he was right when he said he fell from the height of a lamp post. That was what made them decide to keep him in.

Oh yeah - when I saw the concrete block - I puked.
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  • edited July 2011
    Yikes!

    Glad to hear he's safe and (relatively) sound.
  • edited July 2011
    Sorry to hear that Lee. :-[ As a father of two twelve year olds who have given me and my wice a few scary moments in the past 12 years, I know exactly how you feel. I wish him a speedy recovery. Please keep us updated when possible.
  • edited July 2011
    Try not to concentrate on the what if it really doesn't help.

    Having had 18 years of running pulling broken glass out of feet, broken wrists, concussion and unravelling kids from barbed wire fences, the what if would have sent us around the bend if we had played that game.
  • edited July 2011
    :(

    Hope he gets well soon, and very glad he's still OK.
  • edited July 2011
    I second that, hope he gets well soon, Lee.
  • edited July 2011
    sorry to hear that and I hope he recovers soon

    I had a couple of scrapes when I was young, ran into some kid on a swing going full pelt and got knocked out, and ran into my grandparents' glass front door and had to have glass removed from my eyes. both times went to hospital
  • edited July 2011
    So sorry to hear about the little fella, mate. Glad he is relatively ok. Wishing him a speedy recovery
  • edited July 2011
    Bloody hell! :o

    That's awful, but you're right he is very lucky from the sounds of things.

    Hope he heals up quickly mate.
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  • edited July 2011
    hope he gets well soon, poor lad.
  • edited July 2011
    Must have been terrible. Hope he feels well soon!
  • edited July 2011
    Hope he gets better quickly, mate. The little buggers like to keep us on our toes, don't they :-(
  • edited July 2011
    Hope he gonna be ok...

    I did a similar thing when I were around 10 years old... Went down this canal which had huge trees I decided to climb. I fell around 30 feet to the ground and landed on my back. Remember it plain as yesterday because when I landed I had knocked the wind out of me and struggled to breath... I was very fortunate I hadn't broken my back upon landing.
  • edited July 2011
    as a Dad too, my heart goes out to you mister

    it gave me a cold chill when I read the post
  • Hope he makes a speedy recovery.

    Sometimes being a parent is so hard.
  • edited July 2011
    That must be awful for you, mate! Glad to hear there's no broken bones and he seems to be on the mend....hope he makes a quick and full recovery!

    I was forever getting injuries as a kid....I once fell out of a tree I was climbing to try and put a tarzan swing up on, but only ended up with a twisted ankle. Another time I tore my leg on a barb-wire fence after flying over the handlebars of my BMX...and to add insult to injury, landed in some cow poop!

    And the worst and only one I had to go to hospital with, I head-butted an iron railing and split my head open after a particularly violent game of British Bulldogs, and then the school couldn't get in contact with my folks...so I had to sit there for 2 hours bleeding because they weren't allowed to get any doctor's help without my parents consent...a rule I thankfully think has now been changed! Ended up with 4 stitches eventually..

    Mind you, all of those incidents helped me out in the end....I learned to keep away from trees, iron bars and barb-wire fences!
  • edited July 2011
    hope he gets well. he'll be up in a trees scaring the crap out of you in no time.
  • Hope's he's feeling better soon. Sounds like he bounces well, but must have been really worrying though :-o

    It's kinda working the other way around with me. My mum's in her mid-60s now and had a bad fall recently where she broke her shoulder in three places. Ouch. It's the first time I've really thought that my mum and dad are getting on a bit. It knocked the stuffing out of her at the time, but she's on the mend now.
  • edited July 2011
    Quick update,

    He's happy with the attention, but got to stay in another night.
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  • edited July 2011
    deadpan666 wrote: »
    Mind you, all of those incidents helped me out in the end....I learned to keep away from trees, iron bars and barb-wire fences!

    But not cow poop.... ;)
    fogartylee wrote: »
    Quick update,

    He's happy with the attention, but got to stay in another night.

    Ah, could be a lot worse, they probably just want to be sure he's completely OK.

    To add to some of the other horror stories here....I went face first into my parents glass ornament cabinet when I was younger too....caused by leaping between the chairs and sofa in the same room...shredded my face up a bit. Well, a lot actually, had to have bits of glass removed and all that. Luckily it all completely healed now but I've still got a scar underneath my bottom lip to show for it (which isn't even visible if I don't shave for a day or so :D )
  • edited July 2011
    worst thing that happened to me was go head-over the handlebars of my bike, and running into a lampost when i was FIVE

    the ONLY TIME i've been to hospital .....

    don't worry ..... he'll be boasting about it in school soon enough!!
  • edited July 2011
    I never got into scrapes when I was a kid!

    I had a load as an adult though lol! Hit by a bus, beaten with a crowbar by 4 blokes cos they got the wrong guy (really the wrong guy cos two of them came to hospital with me lol), rolled a car on the M6, had a lorry hit my car at 90mph, had a gun held to my head in a line up (guy next but one to me in the line up was killed) etc...

    Yet all that fun started after I was 16!!
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  • edited July 2011
    fogartylee wrote: »
    I never got into scrapes when I was a kid!
    ...
    Yet all that fun started after I was 16!!

    Hehehe, I was the opposite, I had all of my adventures before I was 16. I'm now terribly boring* and lead a boring-let-me-repeat-that-BORING life ... but I'm ok with that.

    *As you can attest to.
  • edited July 2011
    Sorry to hear that Lee. Glad it wasn't more serious.
  • edited July 2011
    Being the one actually screaming in pain and covered in blood is worse than being the terrified parent... I've been in that role numerous times as a kid and have scars to show for it. One incident when I was 15 required a blood transfusion and nearly 7 hours of microsurgery and a 2 week hospital stay followed by 3hrs/day physiotherapy for over 2 months to put right.
  • edited July 2011
    Winston wrote: »
    Being the one actually screaming in pain and covered in blood is worse than being the terrified parent... I've been in that role numerous times as a kid and have scars to show for it. One incident when I was 15 required a blood transfusion and nearly 7 hours of microsurgery and a 2 week hospital stay followed by 3hrs/day physiotherapy for over 2 months to put right.

    Is that when you nearly chopped yer arm off with a sheet of glass? I remember you posting that story in gory detail a while back.

    As for me I've said it before on here, but the dodgiest thing that ever happened to me was I got stabbed with a pair of scissors by some psycho when I was 14. Inch or 2 either way I'd have been dead. The scar's crap though it's just a tiny white circle on my collarbone
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  • edited July 2011
    Worst scrape I had as a kid was coming off the back of my brother's bike (a purple Grifter... quite nice at the time, it was) and flying face first into my back gate, which happened to have two nails sticking out of it where there once was a sign with the house number on. I still have the two scars at the top of my nose, right smack-dab between the eyes. A little to the left or right and I'd have lost an eye.
  • edited July 2011
    heh, as a kid I had the police and coastguard out looking for me cos I was lost. Except I wasn't lost, I'd reached the grand old age of four and was bored, and walked home from the seafront on my own, I knew where I was all the time.

    got knocked off a bicycle by a blind bitch in a car driving the wrong way down the road - set the tone for the rest of my life there

    broke my arm on my roller boots, denied that there was anything wrong for two days until I was dragged arguing to the hospital

    nearly died from anapahlactic shock or however you spell it, cos of a reaction to antibiotics, and nearly died of flu too (apparently)

    fell out of, over and into just about everything and anything you can imagine, trees, slurry, the sea, rivers etc

    :D


    He'll be absolutely fine and dandy.
  • edited July 2011
    one time i got stung on the shin by some nettles, luckily there was a dock leaf near so i used that to cure myself.
  • mile wrote: »
    one time i got stung on the shin by some nettles, luckily there was a dock leaf near so i used that to cure myself.

    Burn him, he's a witch!!! :o
  • edited July 2011
    mile wrote: »
    one time i got stung on the shin by some nettles, luckily there was a dock leaf near so i used that to cure myself.

    I was walking around an old abandoned, overgrown cemetary with a few mates once, about 11 years old, thought I'd stroll off to the far end of the yard, thinking the ground was the same level throughout as it was so overgrown everywhere. Everyone said it was as if I just suddenly vanished into the ground! I looked up, saw all my mates looking down at me, I'd only fallen a few feet, but I was lying there on my back, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, lying in a huge load of nettles. It was very "ouch"! :lol:
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