Last week was my birthday and, as you may have spotted on my #Project365 post, the day didn’t go to plan.
Just after lunch Zach was playing upstairs with his siblings and cousins when he fell off the bed. He had a mark on his elbow so we applied a cold compress but then he began clutching his wrist. My poor little boy was inconsolable.
Mum told me to take him to hospital to get checked (she had learned her lesson from when I broke my foot 10 years ago and walked around on it for 2 days, and didn’t want Zach to soldier on).
Luckily, Chris was working from home because of a vet appointment for Ollie. Unluckily, my car was at the garage getting its MOT and service. The car seats were inside. Luckily, my cousin’s youngest is the same age as Zach so we borrowed his!
Chris dropped us at Frimley Park Hospital and headed back home to work. We went straight in to reception and after being asked for a few details were sent through to the children’s A&E department. We’d barely sat down when we were called through to a consulting room.
Inside, the poor nurse attempted to check Zach’s arm but he was still screaming with pain. The nurse advised some pain relief so that the arm could be examined properly however the paracetamol made no difference and he advised that stronger medication be used so we were taken to a bay.
To say that Zach cheered up after some nasal morphine is an understatement! He still wouldn’t let go of his wrist but the pain had gone so he was fascinated by his surroundings especially the handprint paintings on the ceiling. The nurses were secretly watching him and one said ‘I know a broken wrist when I see one.’
NOT ZACH’S XRAY!
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