G has a giant raspberry on her face from spilling on the treadmill.     I was disappointed at Beckie when she told me how it happened, I think it shouldn’t have.   Its not that G doesn’t pick up plenty of dings when she is with me, I just would not have let her on the treadmill to begin with.   Then again, I don’t use the treadmill, and maybe if I did she would be using it with me too and the same thing could have happened on my watch.   She does not wipe out on her bike with Beckie.   We’ve been shmearing it with neosporin, and G has surprisingly gotten pretty good about letting us put glue on her face.

The kids at school immediately began asking about it and she got very sad & defensive, falling back on the lines she uses around the house when she gets upset:   “Stop talking.   Don’t tell me“, along with a fair share of whining and grunting.     Her teacher did G a major solid and had her immediately explain to the whole class what happened while I was still there to support her.   It cleared the air and let G feel important, rather than like a freak.   I think she kinda enjoyed getting to tell everyone she uses a treadmill.

Hopefully the neosporin holds out, and she does not get the dysfunctional injury-pride mindset.   That’s cool up until about 2 years after your first surgery when you realize it still hurts.