September 19, 2012
They really should give out punch cards at the ER, like they do at Subway.
Every third visit complimentary xanax for the mother. Every fifth visit free. Ten visits gets you a vacation without children. Something like that.
Luckily it is just a bad sprain. But those hurt. ALOT. Or so I am told. It is against my personal religion to do anything which might result in injury of any kind.
And how did this sprain happen? He slipped on the muddy field during practice. They weren’t even doing full contact since it was the day before a game. Just one of those things. On the bright side, we already own crutches!
On the way out of the ER we passed someone my son knows who was heading in with a broken arm that happened during a game. And we passed another young man in the parking lot who was heading in with what appeared to be a broken leg. The other mothers and I wearily nodded our heads at each other, acknowledging that we are in the same place in our parenting journey. I imagine that the mothers of girls do this too, over bra shopping perhaps. I don’t know. My daughter is still too young.
“Mom, you know what is so weird?”
“Every time we go to the Emergency room it is filled with boys who are hurt. I’ve never really seen any girls. Why is that?”
“Because y’all are dumb.”
My son laughed. “I know you’re joking, Mom. Except I think it is kind of true!”
There is always some truth in jokes.