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Well it's bound to happen when you have an active child. Claire and I went to the school's Fall Fling (PTO Fund Raising Carnival). I was volunteering at the clown booth (the clown was late and we never did get to see him). She had bought her tickets and went to the hot air ballon club house thing to jump. All was going well and she was having a blast with her friends. Then it happened. Someone came running to the clown booth asking for Tammy. Well there were several adults in the room with the same name. When asked for a last name I was standing hoping it wasn't my name. Sure enough it was Curry. "Your daughter fell and we think she broke her foot."
Now one must understand that the soon to be 8 yr old is very tall and uncoordinated, bless her heart she trips over her own feet most days. Well, she apparently was coming out of the jumping thing and bounced out the way she was supposed to and landed wrong on her right foot. I could see the swelling from the door of the gymnasium. Huge red bump on top and she was crying and shaking. Someone had thought to get ice to put on her foot but they didn't move her. Well, I scooped her up and headed for the car. Luckily someone came over to help me carry her the last little bit. This is no small girl.
We went home to grab the insurance card and head over to the emergency room. She got quite a bit of sympathy and loving from daddy who was staying with Morgan, who had spent the afternoon puking. We lucked out when we got to the emergency room. They had just cleared out. We were taken straight back. They gave us a room with a tv and turned it on the cartoon channel. Claire laid out on the gurney and relaxed until the doctor touched her foot. Well off to x-ray we went. They let me stay with her while they did the x-rays. The longest part of waiting was the xray results. Luckily nothing broken, some soft tissue bruising and a sprain.
Today while her foot is swollen, she is now chomping at the bit and wants to go outside. She has lost patience with being off of her foot. Finding activites for an active child who is cooped up is quite a chore. She has colored, read 5 of her little books, started a chapter book, drawn, colored, wrote poems and painted. She keeps wanting to take a nap but isn't quite tired enough. It will get better soon enough but don't you just hate it when the kids are hurt and there isn't a whole lot you can do about it?
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. Sigmund Freud (about the Irish) |
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