The Life of Matthew

Well! Did we have an eventful evening yesterday?

I was walking around the house as I usually do when I fell over. Normally this is not a problem but this time I banged my head against the corner of a wall. I didn’t like this and I’m not ashamed to admit that I started to cry. Mummy came to pick me up and we discovered that red stuff was pouring out of my head! Mummy passed me to Daddy who tried to calm me down whilst Mummy fetched a cold compress. During this time Daddy and I both got covered in red stuff. Daddy held the compress to my head and after a couple of minutes I stopped crying and the red stuff stopped leaking out of me.

Mummy and Daddy decided to take me to the local health centre as they thought I might need stitches. At the health centre we were told that they didn’t do paediatrics and that we should go to the health centre in the next town. We all thought that this was fair enough as our centre is only small and I wasn’t leaking any more.

At the next health centre we patiently cued (as English people are wont to do - though Mummy and Daddy would have pushed in if there was a problem) when the lady in front said we could go ahead of her. Next minute it was our turn when out of the blue, and travelling at a surprising rate of knots, a little old lady pushed in front of us. Mummy and Daddy were shocked and just stood there looking at each other when our Catalan friend behind us waded in and told the old lady off saying things like “can’t you see this baby is hurt?” After an argument our friend was declared the winner on a technical knock-out and we got seen by the receptionist. We were told to go upstairs and wait outside Room 4 were we would be called when the doctor was free. We hadn’t even got to the door when my name was called out. Now that is fast.

The doctor looked at my wound and said that I would need a stitch. He didn’t want to give an anasthetic something to numb me as it would hurt more than the stitch would. He proceed to operate on me whilst I was sitting on Daddy’s lap and the whole thing was over before I really got crying. The doctor put a plaster on me, gave another to Mummy with instructions to change it tomorrow, remove the plaster in two days and come in eight days to have the stitch taken out.

We then went home. The time taken between falling over to getting back to our house was one and a half hours. Not bad considering we went to two clinics.

I had a good night’s sleep and as you can see by the picture, the whole episode hasn’t ruined my appetite for my breakfast.

Until next time, bye bye.