Splintered
M has foot problems quite similar to my own. Meaning she got them from her paternal side of the family. Or because she has a wee bit of Black Dutch heritage. Anyway, she also has this problem where she walks funny. Not funny like her walking appears funny, but funny where she falls down. Or trips. Or stumbles. And nothing is there.
Tonight, she caught her left foot in her right pajama pant leg and went DOWN. See how dramatic the word DOWN was? That's because she was not breathing, and her face went red, and when they hold their breath like that, it is BAD. That kind of DOWN. I didn't see the fall, but much, much later this is how she described it. Needless to say, it is the foot she has had surgery on for that odd paternal/Black Dutch foot problem. She assured me it wasn't broken, because she could move it. Which I have learned, having broken my own foot (not related to this shared foot problem), that you can indeed move a foot around when broken. Tendons and ligaments are cool like that. If by cool you mean, moving around an appendage with a broken bone and the screaming pain and the screaming pain and the screaming pain..... What were we talking about again?
Oh yeah, so since we moved to our new slightly larger abode we have not hooked up the water line to the refrigerator so we have no ice unless we remember to buy it at the store. That's right, I purchase frozen water. And any reference to "we" means "me" and me alone. I made M lay down and went to get her frozen water. It appears "we" meaning "I" have not noticed that since last night when I last used ice, and this night when I was not the last one to get ice, "I", meaning "we", are out of ice. So there M sits with a bag of frozen peas on her foot, because her foot is indeed swelling (but just ask her, it is NOT broken).
While seated, we went over the pain scale. She said a 5. I then went to the pain scale that I believe to be the most accurate (the second one in the post) and we decided perhaps more of a 6. M of course liked 4, but I told her NO, "we" do not talk like that. "We" meaning "her". Because I talk like that.
Tomorrow if I find out M's foot is broken, I will probably feel bad about this post. But not bad enough to delete it.
Tonight, she caught her left foot in her right pajama pant leg and went DOWN. See how dramatic the word DOWN was? That's because she was not breathing, and her face went red, and when they hold their breath like that, it is BAD. That kind of DOWN. I didn't see the fall, but much, much later this is how she described it. Needless to say, it is the foot she has had surgery on for that odd paternal/Black Dutch foot problem. She assured me it wasn't broken, because she could move it. Which I have learned, having broken my own foot (not related to this shared foot problem), that you can indeed move a foot around when broken. Tendons and ligaments are cool like that. If by cool you mean, moving around an appendage with a broken bone and the screaming pain and the screaming pain and the screaming pain..... What were we talking about again?
Oh yeah, so since we moved to our new slightly larger abode we have not hooked up the water line to the refrigerator so we have no ice unless we remember to buy it at the store. That's right, I purchase frozen water. And any reference to "we" means "me" and me alone. I made M lay down and went to get her frozen water. It appears "we" meaning "I" have not noticed that since last night when I last used ice, and this night when I was not the last one to get ice, "I", meaning "we", are out of ice. So there M sits with a bag of frozen peas on her foot, because her foot is indeed swelling (but just ask her, it is NOT broken).
While seated, we went over the pain scale. She said a 5. I then went to the pain scale that I believe to be the most accurate (the second one in the post) and we decided perhaps more of a 6. M of course liked 4, but I told her NO, "we" do not talk like that. "We" meaning "her". Because I talk like that.
Tomorrow if I find out M's foot is broken, I will probably feel bad about this post. But not bad enough to delete it.
Labels: Life in the Kelley Lane, the kiddos
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