J took DB off to a Scout sledding party up at the Boy Scout Camp just up the road. Dropped him and a sled off, and went off to run errands. 20 minutes later, I get a call from the den Leader -- DB ran into a tree, feet first. So, off to the camp, pick up DB. Talk to the doc on site; we're off to the ER. Call SR, have her put together a survival kit of Gameboy and knitting, stop at the house on the way to the ER (it's quite literally less than a quarter a mile out of the way) and pick it up. J still not home. Get to ER. wait. J shows up at ER. go to triage. wait some more. J goes home. wait some more. go to Xray. wait some more. go to room. wait some more. J shows up again, with dinner (I hadn't even had lunch yet, and was beginning to crash). Wait some more. (they were just swamped today -- quite a few walk ins, and a fairly constant stream of ambulances.) Finally, at 1815 or so, see the doc and look at the Xray. Well, then. That's not right. Crack on the inside bone, lots of swelling on the outside of the ankle. Splint it, send him home on crutches, call the ortho Monday morning. Meanwhile, he's dosed on Tylenol and Motrin, laying on the couch with his feet up. No school for him on Monday, and probably not until Wednesday or Thursday. And then a bunch of driving him in/picking him up.
And J isn't going to work on Monday -- I've got a mammogram scheduled, and it took two weeks of phone tag to get it scheduled 3 months out. {ETA: it's a routine exam, no need to worry, but it was a pain to schedule in the first place, and I don't want to have to reschedule. So J is going to stay home with DB, and, depending on the timing, take him in to the ortho.}
So much for my plan of further excavation in the basement this afternoon. sigh.
It is, however, just grand to have a responsible teenager at home. (FSVO -- I'm sure she didn't get any of her chores done, but someone had to let the dog in and out and pass on messages.)
And I did get 4 inches knit on my sweater. :)
And J isn't going to work on Monday -- I've got a mammogram scheduled, and it took two weeks of phone tag to get it scheduled 3 months out. {ETA: it's a routine exam, no need to worry, but it was a pain to schedule in the first place, and I don't want to have to reschedule. So J is going to stay home with DB, and, depending on the timing, take him in to the ortho.}
So much for my plan of further excavation in the basement this afternoon. sigh.
It is, however, just grand to have a responsible teenager at home. (FSVO -- I'm sure she didn't get any of her chores done, but someone had to let the dog in and out and pass on messages.)
And I did get 4 inches knit on my sweater. :)
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Date: 2008-01-27 12:44 am (UTC)And yes, thank the gods for teenagers at home who actually notice that the dog is crossing his legs and jumping up and down. :)
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Date: 2008-01-27 12:57 am (UTC)Re: pretty picture
Date: 2008-01-27 04:41 am (UTC)"TREE GOEZ WHERE?"
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Date: 2008-01-27 03:47 am (UTC)It's not urgent, it was just a royal pain to schedule in the first place, and I don't expect it would be any easier to reschedule.
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