Today started out just like every other day...
Wednesdays are my busy days. I have laundry to do, Ade has gets out of school at 12:45, I had to pick up a few things at the store, Stan has Soccer practice and I have to pick up each of the kids at three different times. Wednesday's are never boring, that is for sure.
This Wednesday decided to switch the flip a bit. Today, Stan broke both his wrists... BOTH! I am really not sure how often that happens. Fortunately the breaks are minor and won't take long to heal. But in the interim, he can't really do much of anything for himself. He will need help bathing, dressing, eating... poor boy. While I know that he will eat up the attention, there is a certain degree of pride one has about being able to bathe oneself, or use the restroom unattended. For now, Stan can't afford to have that pride.
He arrived home from soccer early; someone drove him due to his getting hurt. We put ice on both wrists, I gave him Motrin, I asked him to move his wrists and fingers so we could get an idea about his range of motion and the possible extent of damage. He was in a lot of pain; and I must admit, I thought he was feigning it a bit for the attention. It's a middle child thing... I let his mother know what happened and she said to take him to the pediatrician down the road. I ended up in the next village at first. Then came back and still was clueless, but finally had the wherewithal to ask Siri to find me an urgent care. Turns out I drove past it like four times.
Upon arrival they wanted Stan's insurance card, which I didn't have. I had the number, but that wasn't good enough. So I had to get his mother to e-mail pictures. That took a whole mess of time. Paperwork, questions, thing's I don't know and feel ashamed about not knowing... It was special. However, the nurse at the desk was very friendly and welcomed me to New York and was very patient with us.
I had high hopes and was very confident in telling Stan I really didn't think his wrists were broken, they were probably just sprained badly. I shouldn't have ever opened my big mouth. The Doctor comes in and, BAM! Who proves my diagnoses wrong? The DOCTOR. Imagine that, right?
Stan has been a good sport about it for the most part. We got some good laughs in and even made up a wonderful story about how he broke both wrists that involves deep sea fishing on the COAST of South Carolina and, an epic battle with a sword fish. Nothing at all close to what actually happened... a tragic soccer accident.
So, it looks like the next few weeks will be a bit different than normal. But, that's life, right?
C'est la vie.
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