BUT I needed to get this posted while the experience is fresh. Today was my girls first day of gymnastics in Powell. I signed them up BEFORE I knew that Chris would be teaching summer school and I would have extra kids for the first couple weeks of summer...but who knows? I probably would have signed them up anyway because I'm just a little crazy like that.
Anywho, Grace rolled into a somersault wrong this morning and hurt her clavicle. She isn't a crier, so she never cried, but I was pretty sure it was broken by the way it appeared and how she was acting. Unfortunately, Grace's session was first, followed by Emma's session, then Lily's. So, she had to sit through their sessions before I could load up my 6 kids and head back to Lovell and take her to the doctor.
They couldn't get her into the clinic until late afternoon, so I went ahead and took her to the ER when we got back into town at around noon. We had a DELIGHTFUL doctor who shall remain nameless, but feel free to take a wild guess if you are at all familiar with the local docs.
He walked into the room, grabbed Grace's arm and moved it all around, felt her clavicle and wiggled it around a bit until she was crying for the first time since the initial incident and then he proceeded to tell me that it wasn't broken, but he'd order up some x-rays anyway(just to prove it to me, I guess).
Um...well...yeah, it was broken. Not just hairline fracture broken.....two ends overlapping jotting out in different directions broken. By the time our sympathetic doc came back after seeing the x-rays, he was at least admitting that Grace was probably in a fair amount of pain...seriously, ya think? Perhaps he just assumes most people who wander into the ER, do so because they are bored and have money burning a hole in their pocket.
Grace sporting her new brace. Unfortunately, she will be missing out on the rest of the season of t-ball(her dad is coaching, so he won't be missing it), gymnastics, art camp and swimming lessons. Poor girl.
