Clyde texts me last Thursday afternoon telling me, that Libby had emailed him to say that she may have broken a finger in PE. I call our pediatrician, not even knowing which finger it was on which hand, to get an appointment for an orthopedist. Her finger was nicely bruised and pretty sore. To be honest, I thought it was jammed. The news that it was broken was a surprise to us. We knew it was a possibility, but we had out doubts. Not only is it broken, but she chipped a piece bone off of her finger.
After xrays and meeting the new doctor, we were sent over to the hand specialists who handle making casts/ splints and therapy. The lady who made her splint was so incredibly detailed in her schpiel, that she asked if I wanted to take notes. Notes...on a finger splint?! Then she went on to explain how velcro worked. I didn't feel the need to tell her that I see velcro constantly in my line of work and that I knew all about velcro. I just let her talk. I think it may have made her feel better that day.
Libby and I just laughed that she broke a finger in PE. She spent the rest of the day watching me sew at the shop. She is quick to use the excuse of having a broken finger to get out of her chores. Kids these days...
No comments:
Post a Comment