Not gonna lie – jumped into Thursday like a total BOSS!!! Boshed out my morning workout, gulped down a couple of decaf lattes and pulled on my gardening gloves – all before 9am.
COMPLETELY failed at home schooling today š¤·š¼āāļø it was 27Ā° at 11am… definitely too hot for schoolwork. Instead we had more āpracticalā lessons of veg picking, veg planting, mowing and compost turning. We had a brilliant harvest of potatoes, peas, spinach. beetroot, spring onions, carrot thinnings and even a couple of rogue runners that had grown amongst the peas. Result!!
The rest of the day was mainly spent in the pool.
And thatās where it happened š there was a bit of an incident between #1šø and the toadette, an altercation ensued, the usual screaming, punching, biting and scratching followed (ok so I may be hamming it up a bit there) but somehow, in the argument, the toadettes thumb got twisted around.
This followed a lot more screaming and quite a bit of swearing – that was from me as I was trying to cook dinner š¬. The toadette was wailing and as usual I was applying FULL mum sympathy:
āstop making that ridiculous noiseā
āDonāt you come in this house – youāre soaking wet!!ā
āIāll deal with you in a minute but not until youāve stopped making that bloody racketā
Donāt judge me – I donāt pander to the toads every time they hurt themselves. Iād spend my life permanently attached to a first aid box if I did that!!
I reached a point in my stir fry that I could leave the dinner and take a look. The toadette had dried off and her volume level was back down to an angry whinge about how horrible her brother was. It was then that I realised that actually this time she may have hurt herself š³ #badmummyalert š³ her left thumb definitely didnāt look right and she couldnāt move it properly at all.
Diagnosis: dislocation. My lovely friend Allie had popped round so she took a look and we concurred that it definitely wasnāt right. The toadette was less than keen to go to hospital so we decided ice, ibuprofen and maybe a click was the way forward. I should explain here – the toadette and #1šø are ALWAYS cracking their knuckles. It drives me mad. I shout A LOT at them for it. In this case it proved handy though because after some ice numbed the area, Elsie suddenly dropped the tea towel wrapped around her and pulled her thumb. The resounding crack was quite revolting. It was a complete surprise that she did it. Both me and Allie were looking at each other thinking āthis is gonna be a trip to A&Eā and she just cracked on… literally š³
Cue tears…. and application of the only chocolate I could find (cake stars) and application of micro pore tape to hold it together.
Rather hoped everything would be better in the morning but sadly it didnāt seem that way. After taking off the tape and noting that the thumb had pretty much zero movement I decided a trip to the local MIU would be necessary.
Neither of us wanted to go: We donāt have masks (I was going to make some this weekend), we donāt have much patience for waiting around, and we donāt like hospitals. We sucked it up and went though and it wasnāt too painful. The nice lady at the desk gave us masks to replace our scarves and we were seen pretty quickly by triage.
The wait for X-ray was minimal and the radiographer was brilliant. He spoke to Elsie and asked if sheād like to see her x-rays. Explained about growth plates (that was educational for me) and told her she had brilliant looking bones š¬š¤£ that made her day. We took our seats to wait to be seen again and thatās when the toadette pulled out the piece de resistance… a MAHUSSIVE nosebleed. She gets them a lot – often triggered by temperature change. The mask must have aggravated her and made her too hot because her nose started to bleed and wouldnāt stop!!!
Thankfully a passing nurse took pity on us and ushered us into a room just in case anyone saw the carnage and fainted – it looked like sheād been bashed on the shnoz by the hulk.
It wasnāt long after that episode that we were seen. The doctor was a little worried by a cloudy patch in her X-ray that could possibly be ligament related. They had decided to send her X-rays to a specialist to see if it needs further investigation. In the meantime he strapped it up as if it was broken which made the toadette a lot more comfortable and we went on our merry way.
So now the toadette is semi-incapacitated. Sheās loving that she canāt carry anything – means chores are limited, frets permanently about getting her plaster wet, and yet seems to be a bit of a whizz at a 2 handed game on the iPad š¤ I may have been āhadā here…
Toad-life 