Last weekend was lovely. Until 1:20 or so on Sunday afternoon. My son and I had just gotten back from the grocery store and I started making lunch while he stayed in the front yard playing with his dad, sister, and dog. And then… well then he met gravity.
Alex meet Gravity.
Gravity meet Alex.
I had just put the brats on the grill when my yowling son was carried in by his father. What does a good mother do when her husband carries in a screaming seven year old? We look at the knees of course. And I gazed a pristine knees.
‘It’s his right arm.’ says aforementioned father.
‘Honey, hold your arm just so, I am going to get a scarf for a sling and then we are going to the ER.’ says aforementioned mother after taking one look at the arm.
After I get the sling in place I quickly give instructions to the daughter and husband on how to finish cooking lunch and I take off with the sobbing seven year old.
The first ER was a disaster! After half an hour without even being triaged or getting an icepack, and finding out many of the other people in the waiting room had been there for hours, I left to go to another hospital. The other one is newer and less busy as it seems to get fewer uninsured patients. Within half an hour there, we were triaged, x-rayed and seen by the doctor.
The verdict a broken elbow.
IT man came in when he had finished taking care of gramps and daughter.
Fortunately the kid hadn’t eaten since 9 AM so he was in surgery as soon as the OR team headed by an orthopedic surgeon had been called in to work. And we came home by 8:30 PM.
Monday and Tuesday were rough but by Friday he started feeling much much better and will go to school again this coming Monday. During his convalescing week friends dropped by with amazing goodies.