The word tumefy means to become swollen. A perfect word to describe number 2 sons forehead after an ‘incident’ during a family get-together at Ringwood Lake on the weekend. A high-speed coming together between his head and the metal dome in the middle of a bouncy see-saw thing caused instant tumefaction and many tears. I was not witness to the actual impact, but the collective shock of the bystanders assured me it was spectacular. He was helped by his lovely brother and cousin and when I saw the gigantic black egg already forming on his forehead I was glad I had missed it. We decided that he could do with having a conversation with a doctor and packed up our bits and pieces and took him to the nearby Maroondah Hospital.
We have visited hospitals with him many times as number 2 had terrible asthma when he was small and I have found that if you arrive in emergency with a small child having breathing difficulties and they have a history of severe asthma you rarely see the waiting room, and if you do there is no time to warm the seat. This time he was horrified to find he had to wait his turn as he was now just some kid with a bumped head. The only concession he received was a cold pack for the bruising. Welcome to the real world. I was resigned to spending the entire day watching sicker people get ahead of us and being bored out of my mind when, suddenly, we were called in. The nurse saw us quickly, as did the doctor. By the time the doctor saw him number 2 was bouncing off the walls and back to his normal monkey-boy self, proving that the injury was self-inflicted, and we were sent home. Amazing. A Saturday afternoon in emergency and we were out before the 2 hour parking had expired. We had even got a car park right at the door!
The tumefaction receded quite quickly, thank goodness. The next morning a darkening of the corner of his left eye spread the existing bruising out from under his shaggy fringe and now on Wednesday he looks a bit like he has been beaten up. I was going to cut his hair last week as both kids are looking a bit feral but now I am pleased I am so slack and he is able to avoid everyone asking him what happened. He is usually happy to show off his war wounds but when they have been caused by something embarrassing he is eager to keep it to himself. Falling off a see-saw is not cool so very few have been privy to this particular bit of damage.