Best Laid Plans
Saturday morning, Bea and I lounged around for quite awhile and finally decided we would go South and do some shopping. As we getting ready, Rowan comes knocking on the bedroom door complaining that her wrist really hurts. She and sister were playing around and, basically, Willow sat on Rowan, Rowan tried to stop her and had her right wrist turned way back on itself.
I am not a medical professional, but I have had a basic medical training. I checked her wrist for motion, crepitus, etc., but I have misdiagnosed a couple of broken arms in the past, especially in kids of this age group, so once the swelling started going rampant, we decided she needed to go to the hospital. Bea ran her up to Claremore and spent the next 7 hours there while they ran x-rays and CAT scans. While they were waiting on the results of the CAT scan, it was basically decided that her arm was broken and actually got to the point where Rowan was picking out the color of her cast. She was quite interested to see how they actually put the cast on. Once the results came back, it turns out that there is no visible break, so they just put her in a long wrist brace. They did say she had "unusual growth plates", but Bea didn't get any more information about what they meant.
Today is better - she's happy to be out of PE for the week, Willow has stopped moping about and feeling sorry for herself (as much as any 14-year old can, at least) and Bea and the girls have finally gotten out the door to go shopping. I woke up and got busy finishing the chores I started yesterday, so I didn't go. Rabbits are wintered in (and pregnant, by the way), chickens have a new set of nestboxes, and the front door is installed and painted. And my kegs of home brew on the backporch are at the perfect temperature. Next weekend I start back to work at Lowe's, so I guess I'll take the rest of today off.
I am not a medical professional, but I have had a basic medical training. I checked her wrist for motion, crepitus, etc., but I have misdiagnosed a couple of broken arms in the past, especially in kids of this age group, so once the swelling started going rampant, we decided she needed to go to the hospital. Bea ran her up to Claremore and spent the next 7 hours there while they ran x-rays and CAT scans. While they were waiting on the results of the CAT scan, it was basically decided that her arm was broken and actually got to the point where Rowan was picking out the color of her cast. She was quite interested to see how they actually put the cast on. Once the results came back, it turns out that there is no visible break, so they just put her in a long wrist brace. They did say she had "unusual growth plates", but Bea didn't get any more information about what they meant.
Today is better - she's happy to be out of PE for the week, Willow has stopped moping about and feeling sorry for herself (as much as any 14-year old can, at least) and Bea and the girls have finally gotten out the door to go shopping. I woke up and got busy finishing the chores I started yesterday, so I didn't go. Rabbits are wintered in (and pregnant, by the way), chickens have a new set of nestboxes, and the front door is installed and painted. And my kegs of home brew on the backporch are at the perfect temperature. Next weekend I start back to work at Lowe's, so I guess I'll take the rest of today off.