It was 9.30 am Wednesday 12th November. I get the call. A local number near home but not ours is ringing me. It’s J’s school. Broken his arm at school. WTF?!? I beat them to emergency by about 10min. He arrived by ambulance high as a kite thanks to his magic whistle which he thought was all a dream. It was bad enough that we had to stay overnight. His arm was operated on at 7.30pm and out of theatre at 8.15 so he wasn’t under for very long but it was still scary. We were discharged at 10.30am the next day and I was at work at 12pm. Life as a casual sucks. No sick leave.
He was so brave during it all. The ambo’s were fantastic. During the day they kept popping back in and saying hello. The last time I saw them was around 5pm and they told me they started at 7.30am and still hadn’t had a meal break. Something has to be done about that. Anyway, we have to go back to fracture clinic on Monday for more x-rays and his new cast. He’s asked for Pinky-Purple coloured cast….should I be worried?
Last night we took the J & C to see the monster truck world titles. They were so loud. Glad we didn’t take B. It would have been way too loud for a baby. There were people there with really young children and didn’t have earplugs in their ears……Hello People….little children+really really loud noises=not good. The boys had their earmuffs so they were set. A good time was had by all. Even the one with the Broken Arm.
