Brian hopped home on one foot from the school bus yesterday.
It seems he tripped on the sidewalk when his class went outside for the hour. Trust me, we're going to work on making up a better story than that if it turns out he needs a cast, boot and/or crutches. Tripped on the sidewalk? Then again, this is the same kid that ended up in a body cast after breaking his femur by jumping off the couch when he was a just turned three year old. The doctor told me then that, due to his hypermobility joint syndrome, he'd break a lot of bones in his lifetime.
But a sidewalk trip?
When he got home yesterday, I told him to take a Motrin, raise it and put some ice on it, then off to the football game I went without giving it another thought. He was in bed long before I got home from the late running football game. This morning he came down the stairs on his butt and his foot is still swollen.
Me, on the phone: Hey doc. I honestly don't know what to do.
Brian, on the way to the doctor: Isn't he a little kid's doctor? Don't I need to get a new doctor now that I'm older?
NO!
We are getting at least six more years out of this doctor, and don't ever talk like that again!
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Brian has grown 10 inches and 62 pounds since his last visit to the doctor (in 2017)
Doctor to the receptionist before we left for x-rays: We're going to call this a well visit so they don't have to pay.
Doctor to us: Use the money to go get something good to eat for lunch
Switch doctors? Never
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Doctor to Brian: Now that you know walking is dangerous for your health, you probably shouldn't do it again.
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At the hospital where we went to get x-rays, they had an updated check-in procedure since I was there in the late spring with Mark.
Now, instead of them zapping your head with a hand held thermometer, they have you walk up to a screen where you have to line up your face with the image and it scans your temperature.
I walked up to the machine, got scolded on being confused about the new process, and the machine refused to read my masked face.
Lady: Take off your glasses
Then....
Lady: What does it say?
Me: Well. (DURRRR) I don't know - I can't read it without my glasses (as soon as I moved to put them back on, the reading disappeared)
Lady: Do it again, and he (Brian) can read it.
Repeat.
My temperature? 96.8
As someone that self-checks everyday before work, I have my doubts. Then again, that football game last night WAS cold!
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Now we're just waiting on results of the x-ray.
Meanwhile, does anyone have any tall people crutches we can borrow if necessary? Turns out the ones we had in the basement were from back when my kids were all shorter than me.
Happy Saturday!