The hub has a bum back. That sounds like the start of a nursery rhyme...a sad, twisted nursery rhyme. When the poor man tries to get out of the bed and I hear a sharp intake a air and a "Ah ha ha ah ah hahaahahaha....," well, it is going to be a rough day. So, with the three, I went to church with a less than positive attitude. What better place to go, right? After church came a trip to the grocery, which is also an exercise in insanity. But, with a lack of basic staples at the ranch, the trip was a must. Lunch came and went, essays were finished and printed, naps were taken and enjoyed. Then the dreaded screams and multiple cries rang throughout the downstairs. "My nose my nose!! I can't breathe, it hurts so bad!!!". S was grabbing her face, F was clutching the back of his head. G just shook her head. "Guess we have to go to Children's now," she said in a very matter of fact tone. After I checked the boy's head, I went to assist the hub in assessing the nasal damage. After polling FB friends and reading various accounts online, we determined a trip to Children's was on the horizon. Gimpy got up to try and change his clothes while I desperately searched for someone to watch the other two so we wouldn't have to walk them into a life sized petri dish. Aunt Deb saved the day and came over to calm the storm and keep the monkeys.
We arrived to find a packed house, lots of crying and coughing that would rival any TB ward. Luckily, we were sent to the injury waiting room as we had hoped. Thankfully, we were fast tracked through the process. We had vitals, Motrin, X-rays, another trip to the waiting room, exam room, doc visit, paperwork with a secretary and discharge info and our X-ray cd all in about 2 hours. Yeah, I know, a miracle! We will be seeing an ENT later on in the week to assess the damage, but there appeared to be no clear break. Just "damage".
Needless to say, we are tired but grateful to not still be sitting in the waiting room, catching every imaginable illness. This a lesson for the kids to always protect the face in a wrestling match...with anybody.
After all this excitement, I am going to bed. We'll see what the face looks like in the morning.
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