Yesterday afternoon, just as I was finishing my corned beef and pickled sandwhich, I got a short, sharp phone call from school: "Angus has broken his arm".
Given that we live just 2-300 metres from the school, I scampered down to find a white faced boy sitting on Miss Mac's lap, with a very bent looking arm. I had to turn around and walk back out again to compose myself, I didn't know whether to throw up or cry!
We have a great little school community, and when Angus had fallen off the monkey bars (rite of passage?!) the biggest boy gathered him up, and sent some other kids for help. Great kids. And the staff, a bit shaken too, kept the show on the road and getting the kids back to school, even though the excitement of the ambulance arrival may have distracted them a bit!
We trotted off to town, and with the assistance of some medication the boy had a little nap on the way, and then was the wait wait wait for xrays.
We had enough time waiting for the ambulance to gather some books, and I ducked back home to grab his favourite Cow-ie soft toy and some clothes for him, and change out of shorts and thongs into something a little warmer and less daggy (learnt from experience!)
X-rays were very clear. This is a side view, so imagine in real life his arm looking straight, with a sudden bend in it before the wrist. Yeah. Not a nice sight.
And after a somewhat painful alignment to apply the back slab (this is a boy that screams blue murder when the needle comes out to dig out a prickle, but just whimpered with tears rolling down his face during what must have been a very very painful process) we were allowed to come home. And wait for an appointment at the fractures clinic in Townsville. (yes, the same one I visited less than twelve months ago with Georgie).
I hope the boy and I get more sleep tonight.
Consulting shopping list for Townsville trip, as I am not doing an eight hour round trip and not do some other jobs and a grocery order while I am at it!
And considering the fact that each family member, bar me, has a file at our local hospital. I'm not planning on getting one either.
Fun times indeed.