Smackdown: Bob vs. Tagalong
We spent a week in McCaysville, Georgia, moochdocking at our friends’ house so we could visit our daughter, Megan, in Cleveland, Tennessee. Although McCaysville is an hour away from Megan’s place, we enjoyed getting to know Greg and Sharon Rothe (friends from the Commemorative Air Force) better and spending time with Megan and her fiancee, Sydney, every day.
A day before we were scheduled to depart the Rothes’, Megan ventured out to their place to visit us and see the trailer, since she had never seen it before. She got the grand tour and seemed pretty impressed. Since Bob and I planned to leave the Rothes’ the next day, Bob went outside to get some things ready, leaving Megan and me in the trailer.
Not two minutes later, I heard his standard call for me, “Lana Gates!” So I went outside to see what he wanted — only to find him lying on the ground holding his left hand on top of his head. He calmly said, “If I pull my hand away, there’s likely to be a lot of blood.” I dashed back inside to grab a roll of paper towels and returned to Bob.
As soon as he pulled his hand away from his head, blood dripped to the ground. Red covered his left hand. If we had had a volleyball, he could have made “Wilson II” (think “Castaway”). Megan and I had no doubt Bob needed stitches. I snapped a picture of the top of his head so he could see the gash he had inflicted.
Seemingly cognizant, Bob didn’t know what he had hit, just that it had knocked him to the ground but not unconscious. He slowly got up while holding paper towels to his head, and I mopped up the bloody puddle left behind on the ground.
In the house, I helped Bob clean himself up in the bathroom while Megan found the location of the nearest medical center, a hospital about 15 minutes away.
In Search of Medical Attention
The three of us loaded into Megan’s car and headed to the hospital. After checking in at the front desk, a nurse called Bob to a triage room. Megan accompanied him while I stayed behind to finish filling out papers. That done, Megan and I traded places. I walked in to find a nurse cleaning Bob’s head while another nurse asked questions and entered information into a computer.
Both nurses disappeared, and a doctor came in. He said they’d need to fix Bob’s head with staples. A nurse brought in a stapler. The doctor put three staples in the top of Bob’s head. I expected to hear the normal paper-stapling sound but didn’t, thankfully.
After the doctor left, one of the nurses reappeared. I questioned whether three staples was enough to hold Bob’s gash together. She assured me they would hold the skin intact and help the wound heal from the inside out.
After receiving discharge instructions and an antibiotic prescription, we were sent on our way — in and out of the hospital in less than an hour. It can be nice to be in a small town.
Dream Come True and Lessons Learned
Since we needed to get Bob started on the antibiotic right away, we had to find a nearby pharmacy. Earlier in the week, we had passed a little store called McCaysville Drug & Gun. You guessed it, that’s where we went. And Bob got to look at guns while waiting to get his prescription filled. It doesn’t get much better than that.
Now that you know Bob’s OK, you’re probably wondering what caused his laceration. Well, he had ducked under the bedroom of the trailer, the part that hangs over the truck during travel. Normally, we have a tripod under there to support the kingpin — the part that connects inside the bed of the truck. This time, we didn’t.
As Bob ducked — he didn’t duck quite low enough — he managed to hit the hard metal part of the trailer that holds the kingpin. But, he hit it just right so that he scraped the top of his head on a protruding corner, which is why he ended up with a 90-degree cut and will have staples for 10 days.
Lessons learned: 1) Bob shouldn’t duck under that part of the trailer, even if he thinks he can make it; 2) We should attach the kingpin stabilizer every time as a safety measure for inside and outside the trailer.
We’re thankful Bob’s OK. The whole situation could have been much worse. He could have knocked himself out and lay on the ground bleeding for a while before we found him. God was watching out for us. Bob will be getting lots of rest over the next week.
10/4/2020 04:36:14 pm
I am so glad he is ok...and you have to have some humor and that was the drug and gun store. Take care
10/4/2020 04:43:51 pm
Wow. Thank God it was not worse. Rest and get well Bob!
10/4/2020 05:08:40 pm
Hi to both of you. It was great to be with the two of you in Bozeman. I had a blast.
10/4/2020 05:30:48 pm
Wow...can't take you anywhere Bob. Glad you're ok.
10/4/2020 08:11:10 pm
Enjoyed hearing of your latest saga and that Bobs okay. Looks like he really did a number.
10/5/2020 01:35:42 am
Glad he's fine
10/5/2020 11:58:14 am
Oy, Bob!! You sure know how to knock your noggin!! Glad you didn't concuss, and even happier that a few staples and some rest was all it took to remedy the situation. Do take care of yourself, and don't be in a hurry to get to scrambling around again!! Lounging on the sofa with the dawg looks like the perfect recovery tool!! Sending kisses to make it better, to be applied by Lana!!
10/5/2020 08:51:58 pm
I can not believe what I saw. That picture of wound freaked me out. OMG!! I am glad he is ok. I saved the pic of Bob and Gus, Thanks for sharing the moment so vividly-lol!
10/8/2020 01:57:55 pm
So glad you're okay Bob!! You were just trying to have an adventure of a different kind! Stay safe!
12/22/2020 01:16:57 am
Reading this way after your trip to Georgia/Tennessee. Oh what memories. My mom was born in Georgia, and as a child, lived in McCaysville. A relative may have had the drug/gun store! LOL I was born in TN, and some time ago, I took that mountain road from TN to northern GA ….Highway 35? Or such? Forget the mountain range...knew at one time. Anyway it was nightiime...in a heavy rainstorm. Very dark and very difficult to see. Was in a hurry to catch a plane out of Atlanta...Wow! Scary! So I know what you experienced. My husband and I also drove a hugh 5th wheel across the mountains north of Knoxville. That is scary also. Don't try that one. TN and GA are beautiful states, and the rest stops are perfect! Glad you are having fun...and Bob, so glad your head has healed well. God bless both of you as you continue.
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