Snap, crackle, pop

Even though today was a holiday (Martin Luther King Day), I had to work because I was covering a shift for another employee who is on vacation.  So, that was a bummer.

After work, I folded some laundry and made my bed and frittered away a small block of time.  Then, at 4:15 PM, my daughter and I headed to soccer practice.  I brought along the 1,200 page novel I’m reading.

Halfway to the park, my cell phone rang.  Unfamiliar phone number.  Strange.

“Mom, I just broke my collarbone again.”

I said, “What?”

And he said, “I just broke my collarbone again.”

I said, “REALLY?”

And he said, “Yes.”

My husband had just dropped him off at the field to practice lacrosse, so I called him and told him he’d need to go back and take our boy to Urgent Care.  Only he didn’t know where that was and before I knew it, I’d turned my van around and returned home to transfer my daughter to my husband’s car so I could drive twenty minutes the other direction to pick up our son.

And so  my son and I spent the next three and a half hours at the Urgent Care.  He was quite cheerful and resigned and funny.  I was just trying to avoid catching the flu while waiting impatiently, wishing for a footstool and reading my novel.

In the x-ray image, I saw the same collarbone that I’d seen last September, with a break in the exact same area.

So, no more lacrosse for him this year.

Instead of getting a sports physical on Wednesday, he’ll be seeing an orthopedic doctor sometime this week.

He’s pretty disappointed and I would be insensitive to admit how relieved I am that we won’t have to manage five-days a week practices and weekend traveling once the season begins, so I won’t mention that.  He doesn’t seem to be in much pain.

I wish I could think of a clever way to end this post but I am much too tired.

The end.