Monday, April 28, 2008
Just Another Night in the 'Hood
My husband and I had returned home from a dinner on Thursday night. Nix was at the house hanging with the boys. I had just changed clothes and was settling in to watch the Survivor recording when the excitement began. . .
Youngest son enters the house from playing basketball outside:
"I think Nix broke his ankle."
Simply said. No sense of urgency or sound of being overly concerned in his voice.
I pause for a split second thinking, "Yeah, right."
But I realize that Nix has not followed him in - nor has my older son.
I make my way outside and find Nix laying in the grass, obviously in pain. Great!
"Hey bud, let's roll you over so I can look at your ankle."
"I can't roll over. It hurts too bad." Crumb!
My youngest son has followed me outside. "Call his mom," I say.
I begin asking Nix questions. My youngest son returns outside, phone in hand trying to reach Nix's mom. My husband has also ventured outside.
"Have you gotten ahold of her yet?"
"No. Nobody is answering either phone." Perfect!
As this is said Nix points out that he thinks the car coming up the street is his mom. Sure enough, she pulls up - wow!
"Um, I think you may want to pull in the drive," I say.
"Is that Nix on the ground?!"
"Yeah."
Luckily Nix's mom is low key. She has taken him to the emergency room no less than 3 or 4 times this school year. Concussion, cracked ribs, broken collar bone. . .all from football season.
We eventually get him loaded in her van. She points out this would be the second broken bone in our care - the sledding incident that ended up with a broken hand a couple of winters ago. I know. . . crazy.
She will stop by the house to get her husband - and the camera. Poor Nix will have more than one page in his scrapbook of emergency room visits!
Diagnosis: torn ligament.
Treatment: brace, crutches, and lots of sympathy from junior high girls.
I think he will rebound and hopefully be well in time for all the football camps.
simple faith
My husband and I had returned home from a dinner on Thursday night. Nix was at the house hanging with the boys. I had just changed clothes and was settling in to watch the Survivor recording when the excitement began. . .
Youngest son enters the house from playing basketball outside:
"I think Nix broke his ankle."
Simply said. No sense of urgency or sound of being overly concerned in his voice.
I pause for a split second thinking, "Yeah, right."
But I realize that Nix has not followed him in - nor has my older son.
I make my way outside and find Nix laying in the grass, obviously in pain. Great!
"Hey bud, let's roll you over so I can look at your ankle."
"I can't roll over. It hurts too bad." Crumb!
My youngest son has followed me outside. "Call his mom," I say.
I begin asking Nix questions. My youngest son returns outside, phone in hand trying to reach Nix's mom. My husband has also ventured outside.
"Have you gotten ahold of her yet?"
"No. Nobody is answering either phone." Perfect!
As this is said Nix points out that he thinks the car coming up the street is his mom. Sure enough, she pulls up - wow!
"Um, I think you may want to pull in the drive," I say.
"Is that Nix on the ground?!"
"Yeah."
Luckily Nix's mom is low key. She has taken him to the emergency room no less than 3 or 4 times this school year. Concussion, cracked ribs, broken collar bone. . .all from football season.
We eventually get him loaded in her van. She points out this would be the second broken bone in our care - the sledding incident that ended up with a broken hand a couple of winters ago. I know. . . crazy.
She will stop by the house to get her husband - and the camera. Poor Nix will have more than one page in his scrapbook of emergency room visits!
Diagnosis: torn ligament.
Treatment: brace, crutches, and lots of sympathy from junior high girls.
I think he will rebound and hopefully be well in time for all the football camps.
simple faith
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