I’m baaaaack ready to host Throwback Thursday Blog Hop. I’ve had many thoughts about what happened when I would get hurt or sick as a kid. I remember even more clearly about what happened when my perfectly perfect children got sick or injured. As a kid I could go with the flow. As a mom, I was a mess. Let’s get thinking about what we experienced as children, or with our children, or with our grandchildren. (If that applies) Maggie will be back to host again next week.
If you want to join in, it’s easy:
- Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
- You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
- Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
- Feel free to add pictures if you’d like to.
- If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.
My choice for this week’s prompt is: Ouchies, owies, and boo boos.
How did your family take care of minor injuries?
Did you have home remedies you used?
What was the typical way to care for a cold or flu at your house?
Were you pampered when you were sick/hurt or told to buck up and deal with it?
When you got sick as a kid did you stay home, or did you have to go to school?
Did a parent stay home with you, or did you fend for yourself?
Was a doctor visited when you had a minor injury or illness?
Did you ever have a major illness or injury growing up? How did it impact your life?
My Response Follows:
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As a child, mercurochrome was used as a torture treatment by my mother for minor scrapes. Everyone I knew had a bottle in their medicine cabinet. I remember thinking the treatment was much worse than the injury. I learned to not tell my mom if I was hurt. I would get my own bandage and put it on without cleaning the scrape first. What can I say? I was a stubborn kid.
The only home remedy I can remember was when I once had an ingrown toenail. A woman who watched us for one summer put a wet wadded up piece of bread on my toe. Then she wrapped it with fabric tape. It was the goofiest thing. It meant I didn’t have to wear shoes, so I didn’t care one bit. I honestly don’t remember if it worked or not.
My brothers and I were always getting scrapes and scratches from riding our bikes, climbing trees, and doing crazy kid stuff. I remember my grandmother commenting one time that she had never seen my legs without bruises. What can I say? I was a tomboy and proud of it. Luckily, there were never broken bones or serious injuries.
We had the temperature test to decide if we could stay home or not. If it was 1000F or higher, we stayed home. Otherwise, we had to go to school. I do remember not feeling well many days at school. Projectile anything, meant we did not have to go to school.
On the occasion when I would stay home, a comfy area on the couch would be set up. A box of Kleenex, a glass of water, a trash can, and a stuffed animal were always present. The TV would be tuned in to anything I wanted to watch. There wasn’t much to watch back then. I assume when I was very young someone was home with me.
I had never been to a doctor for any kid illness. I did have memories of swallowing baby aspirin and having my stomach pumped at the hospital, when I was three. I wrote about it here.
I know for a fact, when I was in 6th grade I was home alone. In spring, I got violently ill. My mom asked me for a few days if I needed to go to the doctor. I was extremely nervous about doing so, so I just said I would get better. My older brother said I was faking it. I wanted to be faking the pain that was so bad, I was doubled over and unable to stand. By the time we finally went, my appendix had already ruptured. I’ve written about it here. Now that was more than an ouchie!
My daughters liked to climb trees, get dirty, and build things. They often had minor scratches and scrapes. When my children got little owies, I would use bactine. They weren’t thrilled with it, but at least it didn’t burn. I raised them in the era before the internet, so I would take them to the doctor if I didn’t know how to fix their boo boos. I stayed home with my kids when they were ill. Parent’s have a 6th sense about knowing if a child is faking it or not. (At least I think I did.) The routine of setting up a comfort station on the couch carried on with my kids.
I will admit that when my grandkids were little, I made a huge fuss over their little owies. That’s the job of a Nana. I got to cuddle, comfort, and fuss over them. I think the funniest thing they would say I would do would be to put a bag of frozen vegetables on an injury to reduce swelling.