0722 rude awakening

I fell out of bed last night. I had just finished using a urinal bottle when I lost my balance and slid butt-first to the floor. I must have made some noise during my slide as my father was standing above me a minute later, asking if I needed help. I didn't want him to lift me as my weight would be a burden on his small frame. He replied for me not to worry about it, as I would be doing most of the work.

He lifted my upper abdomen onto the bed, then had me pull the rest of my abdomen up on the bed. He asked if I had a firm grip, and I replied that I did, by sliding my hand over the other edge of the mattress. Suddenly, he picked up my feet and pivoted my butt and legs onto the bed. I used the momentum to flip onto my back and pulled myself back to the center. It was then that we noticed the blood.

There was blood on my left knee. I must have landed on it during my not-so-graceful slide. He asked me what I needed. I replied that we should have a large bandage, some wet and dry paper towels and some merthiolate. He disappeared into the porch and returned with only a small band-aid. He looked at both the wound and the band-aid, said something under his breath, and went back to the porch. He came back a minute later with a large bandage. He again asked what we needed. I told him again to bring back wet and dry paper towels to cleanse the wound, and merthiolate to treat it.

He returned with only a wet paper towel and proceeded to dab away the blood that was starting to dry. He told to not put on the bandage unntil he dried the wound. I also reminded him about the merthiolate. By this time, other people would have been frustrated, like my mother and my sister. I found the situation humorous and those wonderful good endorphins were rushing through my body to help alleviate the pain in my knee. I looked up to see my father drying the wound with a paper towel. There was no merthiolate in sight.

He asked me what else we needed, but then answered to himself about the merthiolate and returned to the porch. I closed my eyes as I laughed silently to myself, but then opened my eyes just in time to see him standing over me with an open bottle of merthiolate and the applicator just above the wound. YEEOOWW!! I managed to clench my teeth without biting my tongue. My father ignored my bulgimg eyeballs and hair standing on end, and continued to apply the medication. He then covered the wound with a bandage, cleaned up the area, turned out the lights and told me to go back to sleep. I'm sure that he won't remember any of this if asked about it.