Friday, July 06, 2007

The "My-Arm-Hurts"-Saga Continues....

Last night, I showed Vin's x-ray to our book club host who has a doctorate in nursing or is a PA...can't quite remember...but does surgeries here and there and works at the VA hospital. She was more than happy to look at them and studied them carefully. She explained that it was not anything profound..not a full-on-break and for an adult, this would not be casted. On kids, a splint, plaster or sometimes not, is good to protect it from normal kid behavior. I told her that I had resorted to wrapping it in bubble wrap and an ace bandage, which she pronounced absolutely perfect. She and the other moms assured me that a trip to the ER would be a waste of time and money since we already knew the arm was not a compound break and therefore they would do nothing but send us to an orthopedic doctor for follow up...which we have an appointment for on Monday.

So for something fun to do today, I took Robb to work, stopped at a sale or two, got the kids muffins for a snack and went to the Library. I reasoned that since the Library was indeed the Library...a place where you don't run or jump around, we could go sans bubble-wrap. Whereupon, Vin fell out of his little library chair and proceeded to go into a full-on melt-down. Basically, he just has to cry this out, which takes about a half hour for it to stop throbbing. Poor guy....there is literally NOTHING I can do to comfort him. Of course, by this time we have about 15 books to check out, and we have bumped into two people we know and have tried to explain why it really is okay that I haven't taken him to the ER, while the rest of the library wonders what I have done to this child to cause him to moan, sob, wail and otherwise cry "IT HURTS SO BAD MOMMY." To add insult to injury, literally I have been blocked from automatic self-check out because not one, but two books have turned up missing and cannot be located by the library and I am therefore to be charged for these books...which may I ad, where inane and that is why I didn't read them, but rather, returned them immediately. So.... boy crying, old lady librarian scolding me, curious onlookers giving me both sympathetic and mystified looks....got the picture?

I know it's not about me and of course, I feel terrible for Vin. And I used to be a responsible adult who could return library materials appropriately, but apparently, I am now just a loser, not worthy to borrow books from the public library. What's a mom to do?

5 comments:

Hannah said...

Welcome to the loser club. I can't even find all the kid's library cards.

I am so sorry about Vin. He could probably really use some Tylenol with codein.....and you could use a Valium!!!

ness said...

i actually have given him some of that...from last time.

I'd settle for some of that Yellow Tail...

sigh. I hate it when i suck at this job...which is odd considering the pay is lousy.

klasieprof said...

Doctor Donna Prescribes 1 bottle premium or cheap wine, chilled...to be drank immediately. (for You not the VIN).
Go NOW...go directly to store..do not pass jail. Go Directly to store.
Put kids in Pool, Pour. AHH.

Heidi said...

When I see moms like you I give a sympathetic snicker because I know exactly what its like to be in full melt-down mode...in public. I don't mind seeing a knowing smile when going through similar situations, but those are few and far between. Doesn't anybody know how hard this job is?!

courtney said...

we seem to have the full melt down in front of either 1)family we haven't seen in a year and are worried about our crazy lives or 2) young married couples that we've just had the conversation about having kids with--you know, full of "it's wonderful" "kids are great" "you don't know what you're missing" et al. oh well! Please let Vin know that we are sending a b-day card asap but ran out of stamps in our traversings but we still love him very much.

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