I
was doing well until 2 hours after your last post.
I was home alone with my 6yo, Travis, as Dylan (8) was away on a Cub camp for the weekend and my wife had gone on a girl's weekend to Beechworth.
Then I got the phone call.
It was Dylan's Cub leader. He had fallen from a climbing structure and broken his arm. The ambulance had already been called, but he knew it was broken because of the obvious deformity. So I chucked Travis in the car, told the blokes that were respraying our roof tiles that I had to go, and 40 minutes later arrived with Dylan in the back of the ambulance, about to leave for Frankston Hospital.
We followed them there, and the Emergency dept. was just starting to fill up with it's usual 3pm Saturday influx of footballers. He got X-Rayed, which confirmed breaks in both bones of the left forearm. They were hoping to operate that night, but the had an emergency come in, so I off-loaded Travis to my brother-in-law, fed the animals at home, packed a couple of things and hightailed it back to hospital to spend the night sleeping next to my brave little bloke.
He went into theatre about 10:45am, where they put him under, straightened it and put him in plaster. Been home now for about an hour.
Apart from that, all good.
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