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We went to the doctor today. Better safe than sorry, right? Only a fool would let her accident prone daughter walk around with broken bones hanging out all willy nilly for ten days more than once. I am no fool, sisters. No fool!
So that sore pinky is perfectly fine. Beautiful, intact bones. WHAT a re-LIEF! It’s just the hand that’s broken. Yes, my friends, the hand. Who needs a broken finger when you can just break the WHOLE DING DANG HAND?!
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It looks like her already paid for cheer camp is out next week. Piano is a no-go, too. And she’s actually pretty excited that the swimming lessons I had planned for the first week of August will have to wait as well. Oh well. It could have been worse, right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, THAT’S not ALL, folks! Why settle for a broken hand when you can have a broken hand AND, wait for it…
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…a BROKEN ELBOW!
And you know what would be even MORE awesome? How about we put that broken hand and broken elbow on DIFFERENT ARMS?!
Bonus! Isn’t that just FAN-TAS-tic?!
As the Dr. splinted her up, DynaGirl started to sniff. Not because she was crying, but because she needed to wipe her nose.
Dr: You poor thing. You’re not even going to be able to blow your own nose. I didn’t think about that. And how are you going to eat? I didn’t think about that. And, oh no! How are you going to wipe your behind when you use the bathroom?! I didn’t even think about that!
Good questions, Doc. Good questions. So far I’ve fed her, dressed her, and taken care of her more personal needs. Good times, my friends. Good times. We see the ortho guy tomorrow (or today, depending on when you read this). Our doctor wasn’t sure whether or not she’d end up with two casts or one. We’ll just have to wait and see. Obviously, I’m tingling with anticipation.
And as if this wasn’t enough excitement, Chuck got called out of town last minute. He leaves early tomorrow morning and will be back next week on Friday. Awesome. Oh, and for just a little more icing on the cake, guess what lucky girl gets to go to the dentist in the morning? That’s right! Me! It’s me, me, me, ME, ME! I love my life! It…Just…Keeps…Getting…Better!
In all seriousness, I’m actually very glad it’s just a couple of broken bones. Thankfully, she was wearing a helmet. She’s OK. Inconvenienced, greatly, but OK. And, as usual, my blessings are too many to count.
And, as a TOTALLY unrelated aside, here’s some classic PSB for you (I think Neil Tennant’s hair is wondering this same thing):
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