Tuesday, June 5, 2007

On his own, with Mom a la Carte

It doesn't matter how old your kids are, when they get sick or hurt, they still call Mom.

Bryan, the handsome guy in the photo to the right, works construction. He called me yesterday, about 9:30 AM.

Bryan : Hi Mom, what time are you taking your lunch hour?
Me: (knowing he never calls during work) I can take it anytime, what's up?

Bryan: Well do you think you could get some ice packs and Ibuprofen and bring it to my house?
Me: Sure ... what happen?

Bryan: Nothing, I fell about 8 feet from scaffolding and I think my ankle is sprained, or torn ligaments, but not broken.
Me: (*Accck*Panic*Worry*) Okay Bryan, I'll be there in 15 minutes.

When I got there and saw he had grown a cankle, I knew we were going to end up in ER.

One four letter word screaming woman in the next examining room, two rounds of x-rays, one crying (understandable) kid getting stitches across the hall, two injections of pain meds, a plaster splint, one guy (chest pains) calling a broker about how much money an account lost, crutches and a script for Vicodin and after six hours in ER,we were on our way.

Tomorrow, we go see an orthopedic surgeon to see if the tears will heal on their own or if they need surgical prompting. The upside ... private practice, sound proof walls, undivided attention.


san said...

Ouch! TGFM (Thank goodness for moms)

Twisted Cinderella said...

Oh dear! I hope he doesn't need surgery and that he heals quickly!

Life As I Know It said...

Hope his ankle heals fast and easily.

Nice to know you are always and forever 'mom' no matter how old the kids are.

Patience said...

Poor Bryan! Hope you get up and about very soon!

Sunshine said...

Here's hoping he gets a quick recovery!

Gnightgirl said...

Owww, ow ow! My ankle is throbbing just looking at that picture!

I love that he called you, and you were there in 15! Poor little lamb.

Dixie said...

OUCH!! Hope he heals quickly!

I'd rather skin myself with a butter knife than go to the emergency room.

Margb said...

Don't forget to bake the cookies for him to watch while his leg is propped up watching the DVD's you rent him before you go out and "cleam up" after Bentley : )

Joan said...

Sorry! At least he has his mom nearby.

Beth said...


"Oh, I fell 8 feet.."

Good thing he has you for a mom! Get better quick Bryan!

and that is one serious cankle.

Nancy said...

Thanks everyone for the nice comments.

Marg: I don't do dog poop. Bake cookies? Ummm, that's his aunts job, lol... I did rent him 3 PS2 games and I will bring him lunch and dinner until he is mobile.

*Margb = Bryans Aunt =)

Michael said...

Ouch!!! That's one nasty cankle.

Terri said...

Hi Marie; thanks for stopping by my blog. I appreciate the advice, especially from someone who has been there.

And oh, I feel for your son. I have spent the last three and a half months healing from a sprained ankle. In fact sometimes it still looks like a cankle!

Terri said...

oops; just noticed your blog's name is Marie and your name is Nancy. Sorry 'bout that!