And today started so well
Ds and I stayed up way too late last night, spent hours talking about ds's usual obsessions of politics and religion (you do NOT want to invite this kid to a dinner party
) We spent a few hours surfing some favorite sites together (Make magazine and instructables.com), and talking about books we're reading (ds and I both like to read multiple books at once, usually switching back and forth between each others books). There was a huge thunderstorm last night, the first big one of summer, so ds and I sat out on our balcony with our new cat (the older one is terrified of thunderstorms, the new one seems to like them alot) and watched the lightning, and the storm roll in, our balcony faces due west so we can watch the storms rolling in from the prairie.
Ds did comment to me that his shoulder felt funny, at about midnight. It wasn't until then that he remembered that he'd fallen off his bike at 4 that afternoon. Still, he said it didn't really hurt and turned down tylenol. We finally got to sleep around 4, the new cat likes to ram his head into ds's back while he's sleeping, good thing he's incredibly soft and cute, or ds wouldn't put up with him
Woke up today at 1 (I've got a 4 day weekend and I'm milking it for all it's worth,
), and made ds a good breakfast. He said his shoulder was still hurting a bit. Now, this is a kid who broke his wrist and still wrote with that hand for 3 days before finally complaining it was aching. He broke his ankle 3 years ago on a hike, finished the hike and went out to the water park before he felt the pain. So, I figured I'd get him checked out, just in case.
We waited in the Urgent Care ward for about 6 hours, though actually had a pretty good time. Ds wants to learn to make furniture, and was planning out an idea he had to make a portable, folding chair that is short enough to bring to music festivals (usually the rule for outdoor fests is around 2 feet high, max.) He spent a few hours sketching out his idea and adjusting it, then read Pagan Holiday (about how ancient Romans used to vacation) and told me about how Naples used to be an exclusive artists colony, but is now the poorest city in Western Europe, and actually had an outbreak of cholera in the 70's.
Finally we get in to see a doc, and sure enough, ds's collarbone is broken. Now, I've never broken a bone, so I don't know about this, but I've always been told by people who have broken bones, and especially collarbones, that it hurts like crazy. So far ds has broken 3 bones, and doesn't seem to notice. He's been x-rayed so much that he directs the nurses when we go in, and reads his own xrays while we're waiting for the doc ("hmm, so that's what my ribs look like!") I worry that he's going to be seriously injured someday, and not even notice. He has such a good attitude toward injuries, though (I guess he's had so much practice, sigh), he was joking around in the waiting room, hung out in the kids room for a while watching Go, Diego, Go with the little kids who were waiting (he's really, really big for his age, and one of those really gentle big guys who are really patient with little kids, all preschoolers love him to death.)
Now, ds has his arm in a sling and he and his buddy are having a sleepover, at least, I hope there will be some sleeping involved. They're playing Heroes on his friends laptop and taking turns shooting each other with ds's potato gun. Ds really is the Iron Kid. Now, a cold, the sniffles, a little bit of flu, totally another story
Hope everyone else here is having a fantastic week.