August 13, 2010

I Hate Fridays

Four points are a trend.

Four Fridays ago we got the call from an ER at 5:15AM that Pop was there.

Three Fridays ago we called Hospice.

Last Friday we had the Funeral.

Today I spent the day in the Jupiter Hospital ER with my eldest who snapped a bone in his wrist. (Any of you linked to him on FB have seen the nasty picture by now, I am sure.)

I still don't do FB.

And so the tale goes...

I took him to the beach to meet some friends. I turned back into town to pick up my two other boys who were with their Dad, when 10 minutes short of my destination, my son called and said, "Mom, come get me. I messed up my wrist bad. It's broken or dislocated and you need to take me to the ER."

I love that.

And so I reassured him I'd be there ASAP, turned my car around, called him back to make sure he really was OK and knew where to meet me when I finally asked, 'Son, which arm did you break?"

His reply? Dork that he is.... "I got lucky, Mom. It's the right one. I pick with my left!" (Said the bass player...)

Said I, "Ringo, you WRITE with your RIGHT HAND" to which I got a "Oh. Right."

I told him not to sweat it. We have wondered as of late if he is really a lefty who has been forced to write right and now we shall explore this for the next 6 weeks.

So I arrive at the parking lot and there he is... gimp arm and all and all I kept thinking was, "Don't vomit. Don't vomit. Don't vomit".

It wasn't a compound, thankfully, but his hand was completely dislocated from his arm and there was a bone broken. Joints aren't supposed to bend that way. No. I don't have pictures. I'm struggling to get it out of my head as it is.

His buddies placed him in the car and I drove off as he said, "It doesn't hurt. I'm just really thirsty. And maybe I might vomit..." and I realized he was in shock.

I drove right up to the doors, and this is what transpired:

Ringo is in board shorts, flip flops and no shirt, covered head to toe in sand. I'm looking rather Mommish, and we walked in, to find a young 15 year old volunteer, blonde haired blue eyed and sweet, sitting next to a paramedic/nurse just outside triage.

They looked at us like, "Can we help you?" because we looked like we were there to visit. At that point I said, "I think he broke his wrist" as Ringo lifted his bendy disjointed arm/hand and the sweet blonde went nearly translucent and the paramedic jumped up and said, "OH... I got this..." and quickly got him into the back.

Morphine helps even if you don't want to die in Hospice.

They got it all put back together around 5PM... a dislocated wrist and a broken radius. I'm staying awake all night sleeping in his room tonight to keep the four hour tabs on him.

The kid... he never frickin' flinched. The pain got pretty bad and occasionally you'd see a grimace, but he never complained. The staff told me it hurt like an SOB, but the kid... never really gave any inclination that it had to hurt like it did.

At the end of the night, the paramedic/nurse said to me, "I have grown men come in here with that same injury or less screaming and carrying on. The two of you walk in big as day, you say, "I think he broke his arm..." and he holds it up like this happens every single day..."

I'd like to think we're an understated crew...

My son said to me, "Mom, I got sand all over this place. Every bed, every chair I sat in, every place I stepped, I left a trail of sand."

I smiled and said, "Perspective, son. It's better it's sand than blood..."

We have a good stash of drugs for him should he need it, but as of now, he only wants Advil. I'm sure that will change... but hell, who knows. Even his buddies on the beach keep talking about how he just kept staring at his arm, never saying a word.

Of course, being friends, and having cell phones... they snapped a picture.

Blech.

Maybe this was all a big sign that... it's time for summer to end.

Posted by Boudicca at August 13, 2010 09:41 PM
Comments

saw it....GROOOOSsss

Posted by: awtm at August 13, 2010 10:14 PM

OMG! You do seem to have everything happening to you at once! Sounds like you're all handling it well. No I haven't seen the FB pic, but I didn't do a friend request for Ringo. LOL. I barely check FB as it is, I would've missed it anyway.

Posted by: Teresa at August 13, 2010 10:41 PM

Mo told me to go look at his FB page, didn't tell me why. Of course this was as I just got home from dinner.

Payback's a bitch!

On a more serious note, I hope he's feeling better soon and kudos to him for being so calm in a bad situation!

Posted by: Sissy at August 13, 2010 10:43 PM

I saw the photo. Yeef!

Posted by: Jim - PRS at August 14, 2010 03:26 AM

.... ow, ow, ow..... I saw thet picture and it looks like it hurt BAD..... tried to cheer him up in the fb comments, but I doubt that it helped much!..... ow!...

Posted by: Eric at August 14, 2010 07:04 AM

Your son's amazing. I agree with the paramedic and his friends. I had a tiny crack in my ankle eons ago and thought I was dying, but your son acts like a broken arm happens every day. And calmly calling you for a ride to the doctor? I'd have been calling 911!!!

Posted by: George P at August 14, 2010 09:36 AM

It was a great picture! Ow ow ow! But I was well inebriated when I saw it last night, so sober, I might not be quite as fascinated by the peculiar angle of his arm.

Here's hoping for a quick recovery.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at August 14, 2010 09:49 AM

That's a tough kid...hope the healing goes quickly (for your sake, as well as his, lol!)

Posted by: Mrs. Who at August 14, 2010 01:11 PM

LOL! I think you must be right about the end of summer thing. What a way to finish it off, though!

Posted by: PeggyU at August 14, 2010 03:20 PM

I am one who gets sympathy pains just from verbal description. So, thank you for no photos.

May you both rest easy.

Posted by: Jean at August 14, 2010 03:45 PM

Okay, for those of us not on facebook, you have to add the details of how he broke it. The comment "I think he broke his wrist" is priceless of course.

My family tends towards the heavy bone / thick wrist football tackle body build and almost never break stuff. I'm out of the hospital from the bleeding incident. I like the world, but after that I have to agree with my mom; if I can help it, I ain't dying in a hospital.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at August 14, 2010 07:14 PM

Thank you for sparing us from any photos. After a broken arm (bent at a 45 degree angle) and a broken ankle, and being a total wuss to the pain as opposed to your son, I don't need any reminders on how excruciatingly painful broken bones are.

Posted by: diamond dave at August 14, 2010 09:05 PM

The (short version) bleeding story: Apparently I split my esophagus while retching. (Don't try this at home.) From there the story becomes gross.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at August 14, 2010 09:52 PM

Carl- That is just terrible! I'm not going to try this at home...

Posted by: Bou at August 15, 2010 08:27 AM

Oh man! But I guess it's a right of passage for all teens, though I fractured my wrist a little young - aged 8.

Hope he's still doing OK.

Posted by: Kris, in New England at August 15, 2010 07:11 PM