Today was a day that every parent dreads, but most assuredly will happen in the course of 18 years. Having just been parents for two years, James and I were just bragging about how neither of the kids had had any mishaps requiring a visit to the emergency room. Well that ended today!
About 10 minutes before school got out for the day Justin hurt his hand (right one of course) and the nurse thought it could be broken - well that nursing school paid off - she made a correct diagnosis. Of course we headed to the emergency room where the MD, with many more years of medical training than the school nurse, took just four and a half hours to determine the same thing.
So, we leave the hospital having had two different sets of xrays - one to determine the diagnosis and one later to be sure that the doctor had set the bone properly, lots of questions - including are you safe at home - which cracked me up since it happened at school, a splint, an ace bandage, and 5 sheets of instructions including a page on the benefits of quitting smoking (I guess that is information required to be given to all 11 year olds who break a bone), and the peace of mind knowing that in 6 weeks his hand will be back to normal.
At least it wasn't anything worse~ Justin's big concern is not the pain or the healing or the not being able to take a shower without a big plastic bag around his hand . . .no! It is "How do you expect me to just sit there and watch the other kids do PE or play at recess??????? This is not FAIR!"
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