Lynn broke his arm 6-1/2 weeks ago. It was an unfortunate kickball accident. I haven't written about it because it's just so frustrating. I believe it led to him being laid off and the entire episode has multiplied our stress by 1000 percent.
He's just beginning to feel better. He took his brace off today and let his arm support itself. He's been flexing his hand to help strengthen his arm.
Lynn was closing the blinds in Leah's room tonight and he tripped on a jumble of toys and clothes and fell.
On his broken arm. The arm that had no protective brace.
There was crying (Leah) and wincing and finger pointing. There was complete chaos. Lynn was pivoting on one foot doing a psychotic circle dance as he debated whether to sit down or stand up.
Lynn and Leah exchanged words while I nervously paced asking "what should I do? What should I do?" By now, Leah is bawling.
I am not good in a medical emergency. I imagined a bone protruding from his skin so I started to get a bit woozy. I quickly turned my back on my injured husband and I did what I do best: I yelled at everyone to shut up. Yep, I'm the girl you want around in an emergency.
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Good Grief - I missed all this (tripping, screaming, etc.) I assume it's all good now?
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