Thursday, March 3, 2011

First X-Rays

This is the story of my first x-rays. Yup. Mine! I guess it comes with the territory of having 3 boys. It started like most of our rough housing. Caskey was calling me a bad mother or otherwise teasing me and Connor stuck ice down Caskey's socks - he was defending me, again. Lainy Ann spurred on the troops while staying out of firing range. She came up with great ideas that sent the younger ones into battle.

The screaming and yelling went on for 20 minutes. Ice was flying through the air, then later frozen blueberries and veggies. It was out of control and Caskey was winning, like always. I saw an opening and I sneaked up on him to stick some ice down his pants. He saw me and grabbed me and I went falling. I was just about to land 150 lbs onto Connor. It would have really hurt him. Caskey grabbed me and moved me to save our son from my weight. Unfortunately it threw off his weight. I hit the ground and he landed on me. His knee landed directly on my left elbow. And the game was over.

I was in tears crying and couldn't move my arm. The kids were really worried, but I was crying too hard to comfort them. I thought I had broken it for sure. My first broken bone. I managed to get up off the ground with Caskey's help and he bandaged me. I was pretty scraped up. I knew getting an x-ray would be the best thing - even though it meant a long wait. So we found childcare for the 4 oldest and Ellie came with us. The pain started to subside but we needed to be sure. Nursing Eleanor, lifting her, it all really hurt. I ended up with a clean bill of health. I wore the sling for a few days and limited my activity.

I must be getting old because seven months later my elbow still hurts, especially if there is humidity in the air. I got a second set of x-rays - still no break. Which I guess is a good thing. The doctor wrote me a prescription "no dishes until it feels better." Yup, still hurts.

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