I was out at Playa Mango about to get in the pool with Lila, Melissa, Kai and Teo when I got a call from Marike. It didn't immediatlely strike me as strange that a woman from Noah's work was calling. The next thought was "Uh oh!"
"Don't worry. He's fine, but I'm in the emergency room with Noah."
"OK," I replied, because I knew he probably was really, truly fine, but I had to wait to hear what she said. It's amazing how long those few seconds can last, and the thoughts racing through my head were that fine means different things to different people, and fine can also be a way of easing a bad blow.
Thankfully, he is fine. Really fine, like the kind of fine I want him to be if not banged up and bruised a bit.
He and Marike went snorkeling to check the fish cages and he accidently banged his foot against some coral. It didn't bleed while he remained in the water, but as soon as they got out, blood began to pour. Marike took a look at his foot and saw it had been sliced down to the bone.
"Come on, we're going to the hospital," she said and away they went.
Since it wasn't life threatening, I decided to let Lila play in the water for a while before heading to meet them. What good would have been for her to sit in the emergency room just waiting? The boat that picked me up at Playa Mango dropped me off at the beach right behind the hospital. He brought us close to the shore, but I still had to wade quite a bit before I reached dry sand. I was glad to be dropped so close, otherwise, I would have had to carry Lila a good half a mile to get there, but he gave me such attitude about it. Lord, he's the one who chose that drop off point. I woudn't have known about it. Anyway, I arrived just after Noah's foot had been stitched back together (seis puntas), received a tetanus shot and was ready to go.
A huge thank you to Marike for insisting he go immediately to the hospital, driving him there and waiting.until I arrived, soaked and dragging mud on my shoes.We took her out for dinner to say thank you, then negotiated the trip back with Lila sleeping in my arms, a couple bags of groceries and poor Noah, shoeless, hopping down the street, then climbing over one boat to reach the another so we could get home.
He really is fine. He can't get his foot into his shoe and try finding a pair of size 14 chancletas in Panama, and I guess he'll be hopping around the house for the next few days. But fine
omg, my tom wears size 14 shoes too...what's with these guys? seriously, his shoes are so big they have been mistaken for clown shoes by one of his sister's friends, LOL. she saw his sneakers by the door one day and asked, "where did you get those?! they're hilarious!" and then realized they were actually tommy's...she had the good grace to blush, hahaha.
Posted by: judy greenwald | April 25, 2008 at 11:20 PM