Sunday, after church, Aaron took what he calls an “epic” spill while playing Ultimate Frisbee. He’s seventeen, and it’s been a number of years since I’ve seen his knees quite as skinned up as they are now. He kept playing, though. After the game, I found out that he’d hurt his wrist in the fall, too. It was a bit swollen, so we iced it and he took some Motrin and we waited to see how things were this morning.
He awoke with the wrist still very sore, very swollen and quite black and blue. After a quick call to book an appointment, we headed to the doctor’s office. She took one look, suspected a fracture and sent us off for x-rays.
We’re all very thankful that the wrist is not broken. It’s sprained, badly, so the doctor splinted it and gave us some care instructions for the next several days.
Aaron and I enjoyed a late lunch out, just the two of us, after it was all said and done. There’s a cute picture of him at lunch on the facebook page.
I got home late in the afternoon, and didn’t accomplish much else the rest of the day. Holding my plans loosely, and thankful that my son’s wrist will heal quickly. Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.
How was your Monday?