Mom Knows Best!

I am not happy that my son had to take summer classes. Taking summer classes have always had a connotation of "failing" subjects during regular school year though in reality that is far from the truth. What makes me "unhappy" is the fact that my son cannot spend the greater part of summer vacation with us.

A few days ago, I called to say that I'd drop by his apartment so I could take him out for dinner. He refused and gave me the adequate (though lame) reason that he was studying for his finals. I let him be for 2 days. On the the third day I called to ask when he was coming home. He said in 2 to 3 days yet. I asked "why" and he said that he still has some stuff to do. I looked at my watch and read that it was 5:35 P.M. He was supposed to be training at this time but wasn't. I asked him and he started to stammer. Crap! He was lying. A few more minutes of interrogation and I finally found out the truth.

He hurt his right hand on the day I called to see If we could eat out. He was storing his bike when it started to wobble so he acted to grab for the handle bars and he hit the glass pane of the window instead. The glass cracked and caused a deep gash in his hand. The wound was deep and was bleeding profusely. He said he applied pressure, went for the spray disinfectant then to the university infirmary. The wound required 4 stitches, a tetanus toxoid booster and a course of amoxicillin. Amoxicillin?! The doctor should have given him cloxacillin!

Me: What gut did the doctor use for the stitches?

My son: The regular one, not the soluble one.

Me: Crap! Come home right this minute. You are allergic to the regular gut suture!

My son came home. D1 looked at the suture (nicely done) but was concerned with the swelling. She immediately changed the antibiotics, dressed the wound et al. I wanted D1 to give my son antibiotic shots but she said "mom, you are so over-acting".

The wound is nicely healing now. I told my son that I should have been the first person he called when he had the accident. His omission to tell me led to delay in the healing process. Wrong medication. Wrong catgut.

"I have told you and I will tell you again: mother knows best!" I told my son.