DANG! It hurts!

I took a bad fall yesterday afternoon. How it happened is quite a story but I won't go into it here. Let's just say it involved the swimming pool, a dead bird, a bag of garbage, a skimmer cover and a metal object. Now I have a partially lifted toenail on my right foot (it really made a mess of my pedicure that I was still enjoying) and a hole in my left shin. The hole has me a bit concerned but everything I've read says it should heal well. The metal object entered the flesh across my shin and almost exited (is that a word??) out the other side horizontally. I wanted to post a picture because it is rather interesting to look at but I can't get a very good shot of it. Anyway, my whole point to posting this is to say that my rescuer and knight in shining armor was my sweet son Davis. It doesn't surprise me. As I hobbled into the house (Cooper remained swimming in the pool ignoring me. I am sure I frightened him with my crys of pain) Davis just took control. "Sit here Mom. Put your leg up." He brought me a wet cloth, cotton balls, Hydrogen Peroxide, bandaids and then proceeded to bring me an ice filled glass of water to drink and softly patted and rubbed my back while I cleaned up the wound. Once we saw the hole, he avoided looking at it straight on for the rest of the night - bless his heart! He stayed beside me until Brent got home shortly thereafter. I want to be more like Davis. Thanks D-man! You were awesome!!