We were more or less camping out in our new house when we moved in, it had been flooded and we took on the repair work as part of the settlement when we bought the place, days were spent slowly turning the house into a home, nights were spent in a caravan in the garden, the rooms for the boys were finished first, but even they spent several weeks sleeping in the loft space whilst walls were lined and floors laid.
This was an occasion when S asked me to cut his hair, as most of the house was unfinished I placed a stool in the middle of the kitchen and finding the tall mirror left behind by the previous occupant I leaned it up against the fridge so that S could see what I was doing to his hair. I had almost finished when one of the boys wandered into the kitchen and asking “is there anything to eat” opened the fridge door, Too late i called out “don't open the door” the mirror was already falling, In slow motion it hit S’s back where he sat on the stool, a diagonal crack opened across the mirror and whilst the large section of the mirror rested against S’s shoulders the second smaller shard fell to the floor. feeling a heat and strange pressure in my leg i realised I had been cut.
I didn't want to alarm the boy, so quietly went to the bathroom, calling to S to follow me, pealing off my jeans It was with a horrified fascination that i saw my calf laid open, cut through white skin, then a layer of yellow fat, the red meat of muscle, white sinew diving deeper to attach to bone, “I think this is an A and E Job” I said, S found a compression sleeve and Rolled it over my leg holding the wound closed. Stopping only to call a babysitter and clean away any blood that might frighten the boys, we headed for the nearest town where i was sewn up and given a shot of anti tetanus.
Now other than an impressive scar I suffered no ill effect from this episode. but some weeks later passing a skip of builders waste with a quantity of broken glass protruding I suffered a strange lurching in my stomach, I experienced the same thing watching a movie where someone was thrown through a window, for years i found myself uncomfortable handling glass or even looking at broken glass, cont....