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After waiting three hours in the walk in clinic, the x-ray confirmed a tibia fracture, just above where he wore his ski boot. The doctor referred us to a fracture clinic closer to home. I went to pick up the other kids at the ski hill after my husband arrived to relieve me.
We all went home to rest that day
and planned on going to the other clinic the following day. We found out another major ass kicker! You could not go to this “fracture clinic” in our area, unless you were referred by a local ER. LOCAL. We were in a different region, an hour away, so basically that was a waste of time. I could have cried. No one has the time to waste, let alone, put your child through another three-hour ER wait. We had no choice. We got to love the politics of Canadian health care.
Bright and early the next morning, armed with games, iPad, and snacks. We headed to the local walk-in that was affiliated to the main ER. We were told that the walk-in would refer us to the main ER, without having to wait with the seriously sick people. After the two and a half hour wait, the doctor advance triage us to the main ER to get his hard cast. No wait. Thank goodness.
We arrived at the main ER, was quickly seen and casted. A long cast. Totally immobilized from upper thigh to toes. Our son picked a wonderful flourescent green color to suit the occasion of St. Patrick’s Day. The “lucky” day of breaking his leg. We paid an extra $95 to get a “fiberglass” cast since that was lighter. He was scheduled to have the cast on for four weeks…. FOUR weeks. However, we were so lucky that our fourth week fell on Easter weekend, so they gave us an extra week…. FIVE WEEKS!! BAH!!!! This was definitely going to be a challenge.
After getting the cast, we headed to the store to purchase his crutches. I use to work in the ER, but I totally forgot how to “instruct” a child to use crutches. It seemed easy enough, but of course, nothing is that simple.
It had been a long day, he was drained. We treated him to a lunch and headed home to practice using his crutches. He was definitely was a good sport. We arrived home, and he wanted his older brother to sign his cast first… as much as they fight and bicker.. deep down inside.. somewhere.. there has to be love..
His Two New Best Crutch Friends
Rant: He could not get use to his crutches. Even though he they were his new best friends. They hurt his armpit. They were awkward, he couldn’t get up or down the stairs, he could not stand the slow pace, everything was always in his way, little toys, clothes on the floor… Everything threw him off-balance, he was not fast enough, he didn’t know what to put first… the list was endless.
Rave: My patience. Simple resolution: take it day by day. I padded the armpit part of his crutch with some tea and tape. The rest: was taken day by day. There is no sense panicking and rushing to get him to do everything at once. He eventually got the hang of it, and was as fast on his crutches as some of the kids were walking. He did make me, and I am sure all his teachers cringe when crutched down the halls at 50 miles per hour.. but how can you stop that??!
Monday came fast. Three days post injury. My five kids usually take the bus at 735am. They wake up at 7am. It is always a mad rush, every. morning.
Jimmy is always the last to get ready. Therefore, I opted to drive them to school… for the next FIVE weeks!!! I am fortunate to be a stay at home mom. If I were not, it would just be earlier wake up times.
I brought him to school, and walked him to his class, because I had to carry his backpack. I brought him a pillow for his leg to be elevated and that was that. I also gave him some anti- inflammatories before school so that hopefully it would alleviate his discomfort throughout the day.
Rant: Stairs. Stairs and crutches simply did not go well together. Watching him go up them made me cringe, watching him come down them made my heart drop every time. Thankfully we lived in a bungalow side split, and only had a small amount of stairs.
Rave: My heavy lifting and working out made carrying him up and down the stairs the first few days a breeze! Eventually he got the hang of it!
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