Dear Blog

Do you remember in my last post that I was toying around with the idea of painting a bathroom, or using my little slice of heaven (the overhead projector) and painting a mural while Eric was TDY for 10 days??....
Chase, on the other hand, had other plans...

And those plans were breaking his arm on the trampoline.
I've got 2 words...
Double
Bounced...
and then landing on your arm wrong will equal a broken bone.

Of course this happens less than 2 hours before i was supposed to be taking Eric and 2 other Airmen to the airport for their TDY.

So instead, my MIL takes the men folk to the airport and I take Chase to the ER.
I hate the ER, nay, I abhor the ER, I loathe it, there's not enough words to describe how much I disdain the ER.


You know how when you go to an ER, you feel like your situation is the worst-est out of anyone else there??
We waited in the waiting room for 45 minutes before even seeing the triage nurse! With my poor child whose arm was bent in a way it shouldn't be bending, and a bone pushing up through the skin, they made us wait.
Oh dear, do they not realize I'm Irish?
They didn't, but they found out later on...

We had words...the ER peeps and me, about the on-call Orthopedic surgeon who would NOT call back when paged 14,578 times to look at Chase's x-ray's so that the ER doc could know what to do next.

Punk!!!

But, we survived, the on-call Ortho finally called back, Chase got a splint, and some pain killers and we were on our way, until Monday when he would get his cast.

(Nothing says tough like having your arm in a sling, and wearing red sparkly shoes, oh yeah.)

And wouldn't ya know, the kid still wants to jump on the trampoline.

(Chase longing for the trampoline)