K- has a cold. We all have the same cold. It is enough to feel a little under the weather, but there is no fever and it is one of those where you lump it and move on. Because there is a headache component, I gave K- a dose of Advil. I also gave an Oscillococcinum, a blueberry acidophilus and her Claritin. She skipped off telling me how 30 seconds after taking the allergy pill, it was making her feel better.
We're at the bus stop, she's skipping along and talking to her friend. I was pulling kids out of stepping into the street in front of cars and K- went down. She fell over the lift in the sidewalk somehow, gouged her knee (no stitches needed, but flesh was definitely removed) and the poor child was bawling with tears flowing. I could have offered to take her to school, but she didn't ask and I didn't want to make a hairy deal out of it. The bus was coming, so I told her that we'd ask about a band aid. No band aid, but there was a paper towel. "We'll take it." I farmed her off bleeding, teary and injured.
I'm sure that she'll milk it all day long.
I was about the same age when I slid down our gravel driveway on my way to the bus stop. Our driveway was on a hill, I hit a slick patch, went down and slid and when I came up, I discovered that I had gravel lodged into the tender underside "corner" of my wrist. I trudged back up in tears, Mom dug the gravel out, gave me a paper towel and sent me back down the icy drive to get on the bus. "You'll be fine," she said.
You know what? I survived. I am, however, permanently physically scarred. :S
K- will survive it. Still, I felt some twinges of guilt. I also have a box of Hello Kitty band aids on the table to put into her back pack. Everything is a little better when Hello Kitty is involved.