Tetanus Shots
People get tetanus shots to avoid tetanus, an infectious
disease that can cause severe spasms in the area of the neck and jaw.
People can become infected with tetanus when they get a
puncture wound.
I think Husband and I should own stock in pharmaceutical
companies that produce tetanus shots.
I’m remembering what happened
last week and the wound on Husband’s left hand. That’s where he jabbed a
screwdriver as he attempted to open a can of paint.
“Look here,” he
calmly said as the weapon stood embedded in his flesh.
Oldest Daughter came running as she yelled over her shoulder,
“Good night, Dad! I can see muscle and
tendons. Mom! Grab some bandages and antibacterial ointment.”
After we bandaged it, we insisted on taking him to Minor
Emergency. As I drove, he admitted, “This
hurts.”
The Doctor agreed Husband needed stitches and a tetanus shot.
So what’s the big deal, you might ask.
This is his second tetanus shot in the past three years or
less.
This time it was the screwdriver. The one before that was a
power tool he sliced through an index finger.
Back in his office days he often came home with deep cuts I
would see the masking tape on his finger. “What
did you do this time?”
“Sliced my finger with an
Exacto Knife.”
“Do the nurses ever give
you tetanus shot?” I once asked.
“No,” was all he
said as he gazed back with a blank expression.
I know he is not really accident-prone; he just doesn’t pay
close attention. He goes about certain tasks with a part of his mind in other
places.
It’s a lifelong practice.
Once he told me, “Dad had these boards
in the backyard with two-inch nails jutting out. I stepped on one and drove the nail up into
my foot.”
“Did you have on shoes?”
“Yep, tennis shoes.”
“Thank goodness for that.
What did your mom do?” I asked,
thinking how I would panic if that happened with one of my kids.
“I already pulled my
foot off the nail. She bandaged it and said ‘Get in the car’ with a commanding
voice. Off we went to the doctor’s office. Mom was a person of the moment. She
seldom panicked.”
“How old
were you?”
“Seven.
That’s the first time I remember getting a tetanus shot.”
“The
first time?” My mind
filled with pictures of monthly visits for shots.
“The next time I was
about 10 and taking apart a dog house. I smacked the wood, and a piece of nail
landed in my arm just above this artery.
Blood spurted straight up. I put my finger on it to keep it from
bleeding.
Mom was
at the store.”
“What? “ I raised my
voice. “You mean she wasn’t home?”
“No, I sat down with my
elbow bent and my finger on the hole. When she came in, I said, ‘Hey, mom look
at this.” I took my finger off the hole, and there was the geyser effect again.
‘Get in the car,’ she commanded, and off we went to Doctor Morgan’s. He was impressed that I knew what to do at
such a young age.”
“You seem
to think that is the most notable part of the story.”
“Well, it
is. Here, you can still see the scar.”
“Don’t
you ever think you are dangerous to yourself?”
“Don’t
bind me with your words,” he
admonished me.
“What do you mean? You
know all these cuts and shots frighten me. I am sincerely concerned. Was that
the last tetanus you got until we married?”
“When I was 14, my
brother, sister, and I were in a car wreck,” he said pointing to a scar on his
forehead. “I don’t remember if I got a shot then.”
“I do
know that was one time when mom panicked.”