Sunday evening we were provided with the reason why we have carried a Boots First Aid kit around for years. For on Sunday evening Keir decided to use a wine glass as a football. In case you're wondering, wine glasses do not make good footballs. Especially if you have hard marble floors...
First Keir kicked the glass with his foot (actually first Rod said, mind out for my wine glass, but considering what followed, that bit is a little redundant). The glass slammed down into the marble floor, bounced back up and then glass shards scattered over a large part of the living room. Rod yelled "stop", to prevent Keir walking on any of the fragments. I saw blood on his feet, yelled "blood" (I'm good at stating the obvious in an emergency) and scooped Keir up and carried him to the dining table. At this time all we could see was blood. Quite a bit of it. After cleaning up his feet we discovered Keir had a cut about 4cm long (1.5 inches) on the top of his right foot. Rod applied pressure to the wound and we hoped it would stop bleeding. Because a trip to the local emergency room was not really how I'd planned to spend my Sunday evening.
Here's where the first aid kit came in. Surprisingly, considering Keir is part of our family, we've never really had to use anything from the first aid kit before. But it contained enough steri-strips, wound dressings, bandages and micropore tape for us to avoid a trip to Max hospital. Max is the best hospital near us, and one of the best in New Delhi, but we weren't convinced they'd be as well stocked with sterile dressings as we were. I'm even more convinced today, as we were unable to refill the first aid kit after visiting three chemist shops yesterday. None of the pharmacists had ever seen steri-strips before.
Keir spent yesterday on the sofa pestering Rod, sorry playing Farkle and Farmville. He went to school this morning, proudly showing off his well bandaged foot. He has bragging rights today...
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