Blind Precision

            Drew was running one day and kind of throwing himself at me. I was sitting on the floor with my back to the couch when this started. He was not yet two and a little clumsy as all two year-olds are. He would run to another room then run to me and just fling himself at me as  he picked up speed. We did this for some time and it was so much fun…until the blood started to flow. Mine, not his. He was something of a biter but this didn’t occur to me to be a problem as he was moving at break-neck speeds and who can bite while flying through the house. Drew can, that’s who and with great precision as my doctors appointment will attest. I had a small mole on the left front just below my collar bone. You notice I wrote “had.” I was wearing a t-shirt and a sweatshirt on this particular day, the day of the event. As little Drew was running at me and I was catching him I received the most ridiculous injury of my life, and that is saying something considering some of the stupid things I’ve done or had happen to me. As I caught him on what became the last catch of that day he bit me, right through my t-shirt, through my sweatshirt and somehow managed to rip that mole from my skin. I let out a scream and ended up knocking him backward. He was scared and crying and I felt terrible that I knocked him down but before I could pick him up something occurred to me; my mole. I stuck my hand down my shirt and came back with blood all over my fingers. I still didn’t think that he could really have bitten me with that much precision so I took my shirts off and sure enough, it was gone, rather, most of it was gone. The rest of it I did find in my bra thank goodness. I called my doctors office and naturally couldn’t get in until Monday, this happened on a Friday and I didn’t feel like a trip to the emergency room so I waiting until Monday was what I’d do. I explained the nature of my injury to the nurse on the phone and said I’d see her Monday.  On Monday when I saw my doctor she walked into the exam room reading her chart and said to me “Ok, tell me the story because this says that your son ran and jumped on you and bit off part of a mole on your collar bone.” I pulled down the collar of my shirt and showed her my injury and she just shook her head.  I told her that the information on her clipboard was correct and that it took the child a fraction of a second to do it and that it was all an accident, and done blindly since I was clothed in layers that day. She’s been my doctor for years and we are great friends. She laughed while she proceeded to take the rest of my jagged little mole off so that I could heal up and forget this episode. I should’ve had that mole removed years and years ago as I always hated it. I guess I owe Drew a debt of gratitude.