Sunday, January 20, 2013
Last night was pretty rough. I fell asleep sometime after 1:30, woke up at 3:15, fell back to sleep after 5, woke up at 7, went back to sleep quickly, and got up at 9:30 to get ready for church. Marissa went to help me get clothing and stumbled on the wheeled desk chair that she likes to spin in circles for fun (and to drive me more than a little crazy...) I knew immediately she was hurt, so my husband had to come home and get her to take her to the ER with Mitchell bringing Micah home from church for us. (We still only have one vehicle with the car about finished in the shop.)
After the somewhat mandatory 3 hours in the ER that also made Marissa miss show choir winter camp, we found out that she broke her foot--the metatarsal on the right foot to be specific. She would be the fourth of my kids who have done this over the years, but was the first one that I recognized a big problem asap. She is a happy, sassy, active girl who doesn't complain and I just read the pain in her face after I watched and heard that crunch. She came home with a splint bandaged on her leg and a pair of crutches that she really doesn't know how to use, along with two prescriptions for pain meds and a stack of paperwork sending her to my orthopedic group--different doc, though. I am going to make sure she sees a doctor I respect and want rather than the "guy on call." The ER doc told her that it would be better in 2-3 weeks. Hmm, it was so with Miles. Mitchell took almost 5 months and 3 casts until he was healed. Megan had had the problem for a month or so before it was treated and diagnosed, so that took a few months. I walked on mine for 3 months before I had the doctor look at it. By then, I had done considerable damage because I was walking on crutches to protect my other knee and after almost a year in a boot, I had to have surgery to debride the arthritis and bone spurs and to put it together to heal. Anyway, I cannot tell my daughter who is currently in a play, who dances in show choir and they are learning their spring show (and who may lose her partner because of this) and who is probably going to have the Wicked Witch role in the "Wizard of Oz" that she might be out of commission for a while. It is okay to let her believe it will be better in a few weeks while I pray.
I missed church because of this, but the flowers for Miles coming birthday made it thanks to Micah attending Sunday School. Nobody got to go to Megan's play that ended today either. I have done my exercises here in the house and avoided some pretty cold temperatures today. I'm glad that tomorrow is a school and Federal holiday so that I can be there to take care of my daughter around physical therapy.
Both of us are in this weird place with our right legs now and are trying to manage the family room together. Hmm, we folded laundry together--first time ever that I think she didn't give me an argument over such a task. It has turned into a long quiet day and instead of writing, I did some puzzles. I am almost done with my writing for the federal position now. I have one entry that I need some statistics for because they want me to prove that my kids show academic growth. I have another entry that is hard to write because I need to prove that am in a good position to communicate to other teachers and that they will listen to me. I am not quite sure how to do that yet. I did some of my other reading on my friend's entry, but I am not quite done with that. I am kind of out of it after not sleeping and processing how quickly the day changed in such a short period of time with one seemingly small trip.
This is life with 8 kids. There is never a set of plans that don't get altered at some level. I am glad that this is not a major thing and am praying that her senior year doesn't get thrown all of the way off over this injury. She's a good kid in a competitive world and this would give her some stress. I realized that I couldn't do her FAFSA yet after finding the site down for maintenance last night--I don't have her W-2 from the church yet and that will be an important part of this.
Tomorrow will be my 5 week mark. This knee has to get calmed down so I can get everything ready to get in the pool in another week. WooHoo. Two weeks until I see my doc, unless, of course, he gets to care for Marissa. I don't know if he does routine accident care anymore, but if he isn't in surgery tomorrow (as usual), I think he will see her for me. If not, I have a second choice for her. I guess having a mother who is way too familiar with the local orthopedists is an advantage in at least one way!