So, I had to update with pics of the girl.
This was her at the prompt care, we were trying to cheer her up by making her pose for the camera. That is actually mud on her face from the fall.
This is real stuff, folks…. 😉
So, she had to go to appointments all day, the next day, morning appt with the doctor, setting up surgery the next day and afternoon appointment for a physical to make sure she was healthy enough.
Weird thing, it’s called closed surgery, so they actually put her out, gave her anesthesia, so that it wouldn’t hurt when she reset it. But they didn’t actually cut into her. It was like all the set up for real surgery, only no cutting.
She was a little nervous until she found out that they were using a gas mask and not an iv for the anesthesia. Therefore, no needles. BTW, she wore that had to school today as a beret. Total look with it cocked to one side and all.
And seriously, you should have seen us. Me in crutches and her getting her cast done. Everyone was asking if it was me or her they were working on. We had to explain ourselves a lot. I’ll have to get a pic of the both of us, all bandaged up. Sad thing.
So, she was only out for like 20 minutes. It took longer to get all set up and have every one check her in and changed than the actual procedure.
The fireman and I got these neon pink wrist bands with her name on them, so that she can only leave with people that have the same name on the wrist bands. Especially incase she’s really groggy after. She had to tease him for wearing pink, not that it bothered him.
I drove separately, since I went to work in the morning, and her appt wasn’t until noon. I used the hospital valet service, since it’s free. Hey, being on crutches is a good excuse to use it. So, when we left, she wanted to ride with me. The anesthesia gave her nausea and she tossed her cookies afterwards and was kinda feeling puny and weak. So, I got the jeep pulled around and kissed the fireman goodbye, telling him we’d meet him at home.
On the way, I figured we’d swing by and pick up her homework, since it was about time for school to get out. So, I pulled into the school parking lot and just sat there. I only then realized that I had no actual way of getting the homework back into the car. I can’t carry it while on crutches, and I can’t send a little girl, straight out of anesthesia (nauseus and still dizzy) to run inside and carry it out.
So, I call the fireman and luckily he hadn’t gotten home yet, he had stopped at the fire station for something or other. So, he said he’d grab it for us. I turned and headed home. Once I pulled in, she got sick again. I sat there realizing, I had no way to support her if she threw up walking into the house, or got dizzy. So, I went inside, having her wait in the jeep, while I go inside to find the youngest boy, but he’s downstairs and I can’t make it down. So, I call him on his cell phone and ask him to come help me get her in. He sees the bag of (tossed cookies) and says, “I’m not so good with vomit.” coughing a little. I grabbed the bag, wrapped it up, stuck it between two fingers and crutched it to the trash can. I didn’t want him to get sick, too. So, he then walked next to her, making sure she didn’t trip, or get dizzy.
Once we were all inside, her and I hit the couch and didn’t move for like, hours.
We spent most of the weekend curled there, too. Catching up on our DVR’d Once Upon A Time, and Mirror Mirror that came in the Blockbuster Online we had saved for the weekend.
And now? She looks all healed up and sporting a fancy cast.