Guts & Grit

Can't get a break, folks. I was hauling a really heavy package. The package was reinforced with this nylon type strapping. We're taught to never pull a package by the strapping. Ever. WELLLLL, I'm pulling it along by the straps and one of the straps breaks and my fist comes back and whacks me SUPER HARD in the mouth! I'm talking "gotta check if your teeth are still there" hard. I check and come back with more than the usual amount of the blood on my fingers. I go to a mirror and my lip has several deep cuts in it from my teeth AND also my knuckle has a cut from my front tooth. Lips all clotted up now and not so swollen, but I'll have a nice big red and blue lip for when I read at tonight's book study. Totally wrecked myself. Beauty! Radiohead said it best in thier song "Just."

"you do it to YOURSELF, thats why it REALLY hurts."

This one time, i had to hold up the whole world on my shoulders... and it was really heavy.

One time when i was little like 12, i was on the playground me and my friend where on the seesaw another girl came up behind my friend and pushed her side really hard down and i went flying off the seesaw and landed on my arm , i looked down and there was this white thing hanging from elbow took me a sec to relize it was my bone . I had a huge crowd around me and then the nurse came for some reason I didnt cry or anything bit do remember the sun being in my eyes and the nurse telling me that since im doing a great job she promised me a milk shake from bob hoffmans an awsome ice cream store , that made me happy and she did keep her promise. It ruined my whole summer though being my arm was wrapped in bandages and 2 pins in my arms to set the bone was unable to enjoy the ocean that summer so was bummed out. I now have full use of arm thanks to therapy.

Today, I was processing the air trailer [a trailer full of priority packages and envelopes that is flown in on a plane]. The trailer is pulled up by a truck to a platform where theres a bank of computers and stuff. Theres maybe a 12 inch gap between the trailer and the platform and today, while I was talking to someone, I fell in. I FELL IN! my whole right leg went down between the trailer and the platform giving me a nasty bloody scrape from my calf up to my thigh. The little guy I was talking to yelled OH S***, VALENTINE, ARE YOU OK?! Though his concern was believable--he didn't try to help me either. I guess he was in shock. Well, whatever the case. That sucked. Ruined my day. Hurts like a mug.

im usually pretty calm with anything having to do with injuries and blood... but i hate needles... you come at me with a needle and i will do anything to get away from you... my doctor knows this all too well... hahaha too many stories have to do with me getting hurt and running away from many a nurse with a needle in her hand...

I've only been in a scary situation a few times, and only had to react MYSELF once.

My mom was getting ready for work one morning, (when Tyler and I still lived with her, and all of a sudden she starts screaming for me to call 911. I ran in her room and her nose is just spouting blood. Apparently she had a nosebleed that would NOT stop, and they wound up having to cauterize (sp?) the inside of her nose at the hospital later on. So I clamly called 911, and since we lived about 30 seconds (literally) from the fire station, they were there right away. One of the EMT's was a friend of mine from high school, and he and his partner took care of my mom, and loaded her in the ambulance while I packed up Tyler to follow them in my car. Scary when you have to help your parents.

The second time, was right after Adam and I had started dating. We were at his aunt & uncle's house, and everyone was in the living room watching TV. Tyler wanted a drink, so we went into the kitchen, and chilled there for a while. He had just put a lifesaver in his mouth about a minute earlier, and ca,e around the corner of the island in the kitchen, trying to scare me. He did scare me, and I jumped, which kinda scared him (he was only 2 at the time), and he accidentally sucked the lifesaver back into his throat. He started gasping right away, and I panicked. I have never (and yes, I'm a bad mommy because of it) really attempted learning infant and child CPR, so my first reaction without thinking was to call for Adam. He later said he could hear the panic in my voice when I yelled for him. He came in and basically saved the day. Tyler spit the lifesaver onto Adam's shirt (along with some puke too....welcome to fatherhood!!), and all I really remember after that was grabbing Tyler and sobbing with relief....I don't think I let go of him for a good hour.

Whoops......double post....hahahah......my bad. :)

This past year I was hangin' with a friend @ their house, when SUDDENLY the security alarm went off. We were already locked in the tv room ('cause I'm paranoid). So both our eyes big as saucers, BOTH certain that someone has broken in, are totally in shock. Instict #1 GRAB SOMETING HEAVY instinct #2 We're trapped we must get out.
My friend literally wrapped her arms around me and started yelling "Oh my god Liveia!!!" over and over.

I called my mom (on my cell), who unfortunately was asleep before I called, so she couldn't do much. Next thing I knew I had pushed the 30-40in tv along with all it's components AWAY from the window...ripped off the screen, cranked out the window, climbed out, reached back for my friend...took off (on foot down the driveway). Before I got to the street my friend reminded me we had WHEELS. We hopped into the car (I locked us in), we took off towards my house and called the cops.

We waited at my house while the police were checking things out. When my friends father called and said the coast was clear we headed back.
They didn't find anything off, or anyONE in the house but, the also never were able to account for the alarm going off.

Eh, better safe than sorry...I really suprised myself, guess I just don't want to go out like that :)

okay, I'm sorry, but before anyone else tells a story about a car....make sure you use the word "brake" and not "break". I guess if you hit the breaks, there should be no wonder why you were in a car accident.

When I lose control of my car in the snow I just kinda go like "hmmm..this is what I'm supposed to do in this situation" and commonly pump the breaks or whatever and then continue on my merry way. The thought of "wow..someone could hit me or I could hit them" doesn't even come through.

I've had my share of car accidents. And every time, when I see it coming, i'm just like, "oh... crap." *BOOM*

My cat scratched my eye a couple months ago at night, she got scared and jumped and her claw got me good, right on the eyelid, and blood poured out pretty much immediately, and I was not calm in the least and freaking out like an idiot, and my husband was totaly calm and totaly saved me :) my hero ;) hehe

One time there was an emergency where someone was bleeding and unconscious and the 3 other people present were FREAKING OUT and they just kept passing the phone from person to person because no one could speak clearly to the 911 operator and then I took the phone and totaly calmly described the situation. And I think I even cleaned up the blood. And tried to calm everyone down. About a week later I got the post-tramautic stress thing... this happened at night and like for months afterwards I was like, afraid of the dark. This was almost 10 years ago ... thank goodness nothing even close to its intensity and horribleness has happened since.