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Red hot! get your red hot… cast? here

by christina on August 7th, 2008

I’m so tired I’m about to go to sleep before my kid does. These have been some crazy 24 hours.

See, the King of Everything went to the park with his grammie yesterday. They bought peaches at the farmer’s market. They played with the little kids. They had a great time.

He fell off the monkey bars. Only, he didn’t land on his feet. He landed on his elbow.

“Don’t call my mom, Grammie,” the King of Everything asked.
“Why not, sweetie?” my mother asked him.
“I don’t want her to be worried,” was his reply.

The emergency room isn’t yet filled to capacity with idjits who think they can go all Olympian on their own arses and come out anywhere but on the bottom of the heap, the hill, the pile. So it didn’t take too long to x-ray, splint, and send the boy home with instructions to see a specialist in the morning.

The doctor was a kind man, with a special way of talking to kids that wasn’t condescending, but wasn’t gruff, either. He took about thirty seconds, poking around on the kid’s elbow area, before he nodded and declared, “This is a pretty benign injury, as far as injuries go. Kids’ bones are much more flexible than adults’. They bend, instead of break. But your little guy’s going to be in a cast for two to three weeks.”

The KoE picked out a hot, red cast. This fiberglass stuff is amazing, and the surgeon who put it on was wonderful. The KoE took everything in stride, and never once complained about it. I’m sure the novelty will wear off in a few days when he realizes he can’t scratch under that thing until the 20th.

Poor King of Everything.

Be sure your caregivers, whether profession or family, have copies of your health insurance–if you’re lucky enough to HAVE health insurance–as well as doctor’s name and address and phone number.

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