As most of my friends know… Michael broke his leg while skiing with his school last Wednesday. This was a double whammy for us as we were set to leave for a 1 week vacation at a resort in the Dominican Republic. Michael’s doing ok, considering.
Personally, I didn’t realize how much of a toll it was taking on me. I think I crashed when I got back to work on Friday afternoon – suddenly realizing the impact this is going to have on us.
They didn’t set Michael’s leg until Friday morning. We had a 7:30 am appointment, and they weren’t done until noon. (They give you so little information beforehand!! I didn’t even know it wasn’t set!) They explained that they’d give him a drug to relax him (it was a little ominous when his doctor added “..so he won’t remember what happened”) It was funny when the drug started to take affect. “Wow. This feels great. Gee, I like these guys. I just love them”, “Why, Michael??”, “Because they gave me this stuff. I really like it”. Oh great.
I’m glad he doesn’t remember them setting it. (I hope one leg isn’t going to be longer than the other) He’s quite a brave kid.
His doctor explained that it will take 3 months for the leg to heal, and he won’t be able to put any weight on it. His cast covers his whole leg, from hip to foot, and he’ll wear it for about 6 weeks. They’ll replace it with a half-leg cast for the following 6 weeks. The cast is extremely heavy, and he can’t lift it himself. He can walk on crutches, but it’ll take a little while for him to be a little more independent. At present, he’s living on the couch: he eats, and sleeps there. After a while, he may be able to go up and down the stairs, but it’ll be on his bum. (I think he’ll always need help going down, someone will have to hold his leg up as he slides down.) Goodbye bunk bed!
He’ll be home all week next week, and I’m hoping he might be able to go to school the next week. Someone will have to drive him back and forth (I suppose that will be me!). I think the school was a little more prepared than I was. They’re already making plans to transfer him to a home room on the main floor, where he can participate in most classes. They’ll have to have runners bringing him his work for the remaining, upper floor classes (like math).
Funny, I had actually wanted to prevent him from going that day, thinking of our upcoming trip. I remember watching him go out the door that morning, feeling a little worried. I never felt that way during his other ski trips. (I had begun to realize that during every single ski trip with the school last year and this, someone has gotten hurt. Last Wednesday, 4 children had to be brought to the hospital.)
As Ronnie’s been somewhat upset (between seeing Michael this way, and with the cancelled trip), David was kind enough to console him with kind words: “Too bad Michael didn’t land on his head, he would have been okay, right?” 😀 Brought smiles to both Ronnie, and Michael. (Look out David: Michael will no doubt have some choice come-backs waiting, but I know you can hold your own!)