25th August, 2019 - Nightmare on Commissioners Road
It's been a ridiculous week (some would say "shit-show") at the Greeson residence and its environs. We were just getting ready for bed on Wednesday at the pathetic hour of 7:30 pm, when the phone rang. It was the emergency department at University Hospital. Seems our younger son Vincent had been involved in an altercation with his room-mate, David, and had sustained severe facial and scalp lacerations. We got to Emerg and found Vincent surrounded by about 15 staff. The duty nurse had us wait in a counselling room while the team did their work.
Vincent was a mess! He and David had been having a stupid argument about whose turn it was to do the dishes, and David had smacked him. Can't say we blame him for the sentiment (though Vin's actually great these days). Unfortunately, David had been holding a heavy ceramic coffee mug at the time. The mug shattered, and opened up the side of Vincent's face, as well as a major scalp artery, which spurted blood everywhere. When the medical team started working on him, Vincent blacked out. This turned out to be a common fainting response brought on by the stress of the situation, medically referred to as vaso-vagal syncope, wherein the brain tells the large veins in the body to dilate, which drops blood pressure and drains blood from the brain. However, the medical team had to assume that Vincent had sustained severe brain trauma and was succumbing to his injuries.
For David, by this point waiting in a detention cell in the police department after being arrested, it must must have come as shock to be told by his lawyer that he'd most likely escape prosecution "if Vincent survives"!
Anyhow, Vincent eventually got stitched up, CT'd (no internal injuries), recommended that police drop the assault charge against David, and was finally released to stay with us for a few days before returning to his room-mates. David was quite contrite and promised to use only his bare hands to smack Vincent from now on.
Turns out we weren't the only folks with problems. Right after playing at Anderson's Craft Brewery on Saturday, our drummer Thom Edwards got over $1000 of drum hardware swiped from the back of his van by some ballsy a-hole on a bicycle! This was over 150 lbs of stuff. I guess methamphetamine gives one super-powers. Here's a link to the GoFundMe page - please donate! Without gear, Thom can't play our event on the 8th!
Link to GoFundMe Page - Stand Up For Music
Vincent was a mess! He and David had been having a stupid argument about whose turn it was to do the dishes, and David had smacked him. Can't say we blame him for the sentiment (though Vin's actually great these days). Unfortunately, David had been holding a heavy ceramic coffee mug at the time. The mug shattered, and opened up the side of Vincent's face, as well as a major scalp artery, which spurted blood everywhere. When the medical team started working on him, Vincent blacked out. This turned out to be a common fainting response brought on by the stress of the situation, medically referred to as vaso-vagal syncope, wherein the brain tells the large veins in the body to dilate, which drops blood pressure and drains blood from the brain. However, the medical team had to assume that Vincent had sustained severe brain trauma and was succumbing to his injuries.
For David, by this point waiting in a detention cell in the police department after being arrested, it must must have come as shock to be told by his lawyer that he'd most likely escape prosecution "if Vincent survives"!
Anyhow, Vincent eventually got stitched up, CT'd (no internal injuries), recommended that police drop the assault charge against David, and was finally released to stay with us for a few days before returning to his room-mates. David was quite contrite and promised to use only his bare hands to smack Vincent from now on.
See the resemblance?
On Friday, we went for what we thought would be a pleasant and relaxing hike throught Komoka Provincial Park with Nick's old friend Derek. Hah! Well along the main trail, we thought we had the park to ourselves, so Tanja dropped the dog's leash.... ...it was at this point that we were met by a couple with a pitbull on a leash. Douglas ran up in his goofy way, and got chomped on by the berzerk pitbull, the owner yelling "this is not good". We then got locked into a tug-of-war with our dogs, and the owner eventually had to pry his dog's bloody jaws apart to release poor Douglas. Matthew and the pitbull's owner both stood there panting for a few minutes, but a quick inspection showed that neither dog was harmed, so we went on our way.
Note, I've known many truly nice pitbulls, and my friend Doug would be insulted if I didn't pay tribute to his dogs Goliath and Jazz, who wouldn't have hurt a flea. This one though... yikes!
Also, a reminder about the Great Balls of Fire event on Sunday, September 8 from 1pm-8pm. Hope to see y'all there!
Turns out we weren't the only folks with problems. Right after playing at Anderson's Craft Brewery on Saturday, our drummer Thom Edwards got over $1000 of drum hardware swiped from the back of his van by some ballsy a-hole on a bicycle! This was over 150 lbs of stuff. I guess methamphetamine gives one super-powers. Here's a link to the GoFundMe page - please donate! Without gear, Thom can't play our event on the 8th!
Link to GoFundMe Page - Stand Up For Music
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