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I have just spent the last 48 hours in hospital in another city with my five-year-old son, who broke his upper arm and wrist while bouncing on the bed with his father and brothers.* He's home now with pins and a cast, resting fairly comfortably if still hopped up on codeine, and I'm just hoping that the swelling in his hand and fingers goes down by morning.
Anyway, I am exhausted, but thankful to be home again.
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* No, he didn't fall off the bed -- that would have been far too ordinary. Instead, he whacked himself in the arm with his own knee. (I hear Douglas Adams once broke his own nose in a similar fashion.)
Anyway, I am exhausted, but thankful to be home again.
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* No, he didn't fall off the bed -- that would have been far too ordinary. Instead, he whacked himself in the arm with his own knee. (I hear Douglas Adams once broke his own nose in a similar fashion.)
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Date: 2007-10-04 11:48 am (UTC)Are we all sharing zany accident stories? Rough-housing with my brother has caused two notable injuries -- one, the black eye I suffered the day before my First Holy Communion. Picture small!Liz walking up to the altar, all dressed in white with a veil over her fluffy 1990 haircut -- with a beautiful black shiner.
I got my own back, though -- two years later, I was engaged in a very serious tickle-fight with Jules, when I lost control of my tickle and overshot -- and knocked his two front teeth out. It was just weeks before Christmas, but somehow Mum didn't see the funny side. Fortunately, they were just baby teeth...