So I've been pretty busy lately. Last week was hell week crammed into four days while I got all the billing done before I took off for the long drive to Boise on Friday for a soccer tournament for my son. Drove home all day Sunday and am still trying to catch up on sleep from the weekend.
Last night my son was at soccer practice where they were doing a shooting drill, and he dove to save a kick which came in hard at his torso, and somehow during catching the ball or diving, not sure which, he ended up with what he thought was a "messed up wrist" and arm. I drove him to the same-day care and they took x-rays and my son's worst fears were confirmed:
He broke his arm. Radius, to be exact.
Today the orthopedic doctor will put it in a cast and tell us what the damage is. I think his soccer season's over, and that sucks. I was impressed with his trying to look at the possible plusses to breaking his right arm (the one he writes with) and losing out on soccer. He said, "Sweet! I get out of gym class!" (his gym teacher is a real piece of work). We also joked that he could get a Ferris Bueller-like trend going on at school. He could have kids starting up collections on his behalf in no time! Girls will be all over the sympathy for him. Heh.
Poor kid. This is not an easy year for my kids. Sigh.