Remember what I said before about walking away from additional anxieties? I have more to add to the list apparently. I know that I have mentioned my mother-in-law Gisela in this blog before and here I will mention her yet again. Today was visiting day, so I arrived at Gisela’s to pick up Ashley at a quarter after 4 or thereabouts. When I walk in the door I don’t really notice anything out of the ordinary so I proceed to herd Ashley into the kitchen to wash her face and hands since she is always covered in some sort of food. We go back to the living room and Anita keeps urging Jimena to ‘tell her’. Trying not to sigh, I ask what is going on and Jimena says that my daughter cut her. Jimena comes over and uncovers her pinkie to show me a gash about half an inch long right over her knuckle. Completely horrified I demanded to know what had happened.
Jimena tells me that Ashley had picked up a knife and was playing with it when Jimena intervened and attempted to take it away from Ashley. Ashley then accidentally cut Jimena’s finger with the knife while trying to keep possession of it. I could feel my blood pressure rising as I started questioning Anita and Jimena about first aid supplies so I could properly cut and wrap the cut. They don’t have any supplies in the house to speak of because the girls keep using up all the Band-Aids. As I look at the cut again, it occurs to me to ask if Jimena has health insurance right now and if someone could take her to the doctor to get it cleaned and closed since it probably needs stitches. Jimena has coverage, but no one in the house can drive and are even less inclined to do anything about the injury. I went upstairs to talk to Gisela and retrieve Ashley’s bag and was met with resistance. “I can’t drive so how am I going to take her to the doctor? It will close on its own.” By this time I had reached the end of my tolerance and had to leave immediately before saying or doing something I would regret later. I told Jimena to keep the wound clean, dry, and to try to get someone buy some Band-Aids and an antibiotic for her to use. I left as soon as this was said for the good of the children.