Now That’s a Bandage!
Remember playing on the monkey bars? Remember the blisters you would get on your palms?
Well, little T got a huge blister on her hand the other evening playing on the monkey bars in the park. It ripped open and it was gross. And I have to tell you, the minute I saw it I immediately remembered the pain that went with it, having had many such blisters as a kid. We went back to my River House to get a band aid. Surprising enough I had one rather large 2 inch square band aid in my medicine cabinet. All the other band aids were gone. My kids could clean out a box of band aids in a day for all their scratches, real and imaged and they would change them hourly for fear of infection. As children of a country doctor, we were not allowed to get sick and were never allowed to use band-aids or other first aid products unless our limbs were separated from our bodies by at least 2 feet or blood was squirting, not dribbling, out of our bodies. We grew up tough and all of our children grew up hypochondriacs. And so little T was really fussing about the band-aid not being quite large enough for her wound. She said she needed one that wrapped around her entire hand. I am sure sure wanted an ace bandage, but we only had the one 2 inch band-aid and this seemed insignificant to her compared to her pain. To me this giant bandage seemed like an entire treatment plan. She continued to whine about her hand and the lack of proper medical care we were giving her when I had a eureka moment. I fished around under the bathroom sink and found the perfect bandage. A light day panty liner. It wrapped around her hand, it totally covered her wound, it was absorbent, it attached to itself with the adhesive strips and it was above all else, sanitary. They call it a sanitary napkin for a reason. It is the perfect first aid product. Little T was thrilled. Her mother was both amused and appalled at the same time, especially when little T said she was going to wear it to school and get it signed, just like a cast! You will notice that we had to place a Kleenex around the pad so it would cover the exposed sticky part of the pad which was on the outside, otherwise little T would have stuck to everything she touched! I should have been a doctor.