I think we will remember this Labor Day weekend for a while. Our plans were pretty simple – hang out with our 16 year old, have some fun, watch some college football, at least one good dinner and maybe some golf. I was going to squeeze in a long bike ride to get ready for the MS 150, but plans and thoughts can change quickly after a call from the high school principal. When you hear the words “Your son hurt himself” you drop everything.
Michael has a tendency to fall occasionally, because of some gross motor skill issues and my first hope was that it was another scratch or a turf burn from PE class on the football field. He was not so lucky this time and a plate and 8 screws later the dislocated ankle he arrived at the hospital with looks much better. He was very tough and handled it all well. I think I sure would have screamed and cried. With his foot pointing 90 degrees to the side he told the nurse that his pain was a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10 and went down to a 2 after finally receiving a pain killer and after the doc popped his ankle back in. All the people at the hospital were great and friendly, but why does everything take so long in the Emergency Room?
After playing sports for decades and seeing lots of injuries this one ranks up there with one of the bad ones and the pictures don’t lie. Maybe Michael will be able to look at them in a few years, but now he has 4-6 weeks of crutches and a boot ahead of him. Time for lots of movies and pizza on the couch.