Friday ended like no other day, with a visit to the Radiology lab of the local hospital.
Vicki went to a birthday party at her friend's house. They were instructed to bring their swimsuits and were playing water games in the backyard. Apparently while playing some sort of a relay race, she put her wet feet on a wet slide. You can imagine what happened next.
The end result was a lot of pain and a goose egg-like lump just above her wrist. I was made aware of this as soon as it happened, but the friend's parents and I agreed that some Ibuprofen and ice would probably solve the problem. When I got there to pick her up towards the end of the party, it didn't look too bad to me - no screaming, no weird colors, no odd angles - and I would probably have just told her to hang in there and we'd see how it felt in the morning. You know, the standard I-know-it's-not-as-bad-as-you're-trying-to-make-me-believe-it-is response.
But the friend's dad happens to be a chiropractor, and he said after looking at it that he was 80% sure something was fractured, and that I should probably take her in for an X-ray. So I called the pediatrician, and they said if we could be there in the next 15-20 minutes, they'd hang around and wait for us (it was 5:30 on a Friday.) I left the other two girls at the friends' house and Vicki and I took off.
Two and a half hours, several X-rays, and two Magic Tree House books later, we were back home with Vicki sporting a bright red cast/splint-type thing.
|There's a little bit of bone sticking out where it shouldn't be.|
|You can see it better in this one. Those bones are supposed to line up.|
|"Mom! Stop taking my picture!"|