Call Me LEFTY!

So, here I am sitting at my desk at work. Diving into a two foot pile of papers, when I get the call...from the school nurse! It went down like this:

School Nurse: Hi, Mrs. Thurlow, this is Gladys at Nate Mack. How are you this morning?

Me: Well, I am fine. (Wondering if Max is sick, tummy ache, sore throat)

School Nurse: I have Max in my office. He fell off the monkey bars and his hand hurts. He is complaining that he can't move his fingers. Do you want to speak with him?

Me: AAHHHH Yeah...I want to speak to him, get him on the phone. Oh, Max buddy, what happened?

Muffled crying/sniffling on phone.

Max: I fell Mom. I didn't land on my feet. I can't feel my hand or fingers. I think I am fine though. (More sniffling and gasping for a breath.)

Me: I am on my way! Mommy's comin'.

So, I jump from chair, don't even turn off the computer or door for that matter. Wave to Tony , who is on a phone call. I give him "the call me sign"..and say, "Max had an accident." I race through all the lights, and squeal my tires into the school parking lot. Racing past the office monitor and into the nurse's office. Max was calm but he was wincing and in a lot of pain. I knew it was broken and not just a sprain. Didn't need a med. degree to know that his very swollen hand/wrist meant a trip to the hospital.

However, that could be a five hour wait, and unless your are bleeding from two limbs or holding your decapitated head in your hands...it will be awhile to see an ER doctor. So, I did what I always do...I call the husband. He sets me up to go straight to our good friend/neighbor who is a Chiropractor..complete with x ray machine and a quick diagnosis...broken arm. Thank you, Dr. Campbell for the speedy x-ray! Sorry Max was reeling in pain and I had to pick him up off the floor. He was in shock.

Off to an Urgent Care to get a splint. Splint on and oh crap...he has his first football game tonight. Or not. Hmmm, I guess we are sittin' on the bench for a month or so. In the $600.00 worth of gear, registration fees, helmet, ETC... I guess there's always NEXT year!

Here is LEFTY...he is lookin' good in his "Tylenol induced state" and "mostly interrupted sleep." He is home for the day...recuperating on candy bars, Motrin and homework. Yes, I am the mom who got the homework...and he will have something to do when he feels a complete recovery in an hour and begs to ride his bike. Or, jump on the trampoline.

So, here's to my son, LEFTY!