The Broken Arm

Well, it's official.  Three out of four children will be intimately acquainted with fiberglass.  Hunter broke his arm, adding him to the list of children who have been folded, spindled and broken.  This will be cast 5 for us as a family, and we will not count all the needed re-casts from a certain child who repeatedly SWAM in his cast... 

He decided that he wanted to see if he could fly like a superhero, and was rudely reminded that the Law of Gravity is still in full effect.

While he was wreathing in pain, he described it as if a 5 ft long needle was stabbing into his flesh.  He also told me at least twice that he needed to die, the pain was too much to bear.  Poor thing.  He was seriously in pain, and it was quite hard not to laugh at him and his theatrical expressions of pain. 

When the pain medicine and ice kicked in we were able to make it to the ER without screaming....
and he proceeded to charm the Australian Triage Nurse with his depiction of the harrowing event. He told her about how his dad and one of his co-workers were Veterans.  She told us how they call Nov. 11,  Armistice Day in Australia, and how there it isn't a national holiday.   He made great friends with the radiologist technician, and had him explaining what all the machines were in the room.  His nurse was a bit crabby, but the nurse who came to give him the temporary cast, he had her telling stories about her dad and his broken leg....  Hunter can make a friend with anyone... give him 3 minutes.
When we finally made it to the ER room, he had me explain what absolutely everything was on the walls....  He learned about all the equipment that was in there....  I am glad he didn't ask me to go through all the drawers and explain all those instruments.

Now we wait till Monday to get the real cast....  He can't wait....
Mom sure can....