Well, this month has been no exception to the rule that my life is constant ciaos. My sister has been helping me with my kids, bless her heart, I couldn't do it... anyway, Princess was riding what we now know as the "Scooter of Death" when she fell on cobble stone and broke her arm. I recieved a phone call from my sister stating she was in route to the ER. Good thing Just a Goalie was there... she could have never found it alone. My sister (I Love Her Dearly) has NOOOOO sense of direction. Anyway, I arrived just in enough time to remove Princess from my sister's arms and carry her in for check in. I hadn't really looked at the arm so when I actually entered and everyone turned their head in disgust, I was a bit shocked. I then went to the check in counter and was rushed into the triage room. There we sat down, still had her in my lap when the nurse states over the walkie talkie, "We need Trauma Room 4, we have an eight year old girl with a deformed arm". My sister walked in just as that was being said. As if she didn't feel bad already. I told her this could have happened anywhere with anyone...... We decided to blame the scooter and that is how it now has it's name.
Well just a few hours later and a cast on her arm we went home.. yes it was broken, and she was so tough. I feel bad for her. 8 weeks of a cast and then a couple months of no sports, but that isn't gonna stop her. I will keep you posted, next Dr Appt the 17th for a glow in the dark cast. YIPEE!!!!
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