** Before I get started for today, here are the results of the Anne Taintor Coaster giveaway. I used a Random Integer Generator and it said this:
Here are your random numbers:
The 47th comment was left by Shari.
Congratulations Shari! Please email me with the mailing address you'd like the coasters and cocktail umbrellas to be sent to. **
I had all sorts of wittiness inside me for today's post but my writing time was interrupted by a mini-family emergency last night.
My son, PR, is about to begin his freshman year of high school. He's currently busy with Hell Week in football. (It actually lasts for two weeks so that it can be more hellish than everybody else's Hell Week.) They are practicing six days a week right now.
Orange County is having an amazing heat wave, by the way. One of my OC Register (newspaper) friends told me it was 108 here yesterday. Lovely weather to wear helmets and football pads in. Yesterday was the longest day for the football team. We left at 6:50 a.m. and my son didn't walk in the door at the end of the day until 6 p.m. That's a lot of hours out in incredible heat.
His face was sunburned. He was hot, dehydrated, very bruised from a day of "hitting" and very cranky.
Then he waved his middle finger in front of my face and said, "And look what happened!"
His middle finger was HERE.
But it was also over …………..HERE.
It was blue, purple, and all lumpy and deformed.
I have two sons. I've seen my share of jammed fingers. I've even seen a few broken ones. This just looked … not right. A finger really isn't supposed to be in two locations at once.
So instead of writing you a nice witty post for today, I asked him to please go take a shower.
Yes I am THAT mom.
He was literally dripping with sweat and I saw no reason to get into a car with his stench so I made him go shower. While he did so I made him a French Dip sandwich and cut up some fresh pineapple for him. He's always starving after football.
He ate on our way to an Urgent Care facility.
Briefcase was somewhere a few thousand miles away, of course. He's never once been in town for any of our family emergencies. He wasn't answering his phone either.
I don't know what it's like where you live, but here there are no quick trips to an emergency room or Urgent Care facility. I spent the entire f*cking evening waiting around with him for x-rays, etc.
He's fine by the way. The doc (not an orthopedic) *thinks* his finger was dislocated but popped back in on its own. She also said she doesn't *think* there's a fracture, "but there might be."
"It's awfully swollen," she said. "And look how discolored it is!"
She was very insightful. I *think*.
She told him not to play football for a few weeks. PR rolled his eyes because the coaches will have him playing again today. She taped his hand all up, and I'm quite sure the coaches will add more tape when he arrives at practice.
I'm sorry the whole incident interfered with my writing, but hell … this is my life!
Welcome to it!
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