I asked him, "On a scale of 1-10, what is your pain level?" He said, "8." We both started laughing because it reminded us of this:
But he was serious so I looked at it again and his fingers looked a bit grey so I started investigating further. He had a small bump on his wrist that kind of concerned me, so we headed to the emergency room because of course it is after 9 pm.
X-rays showed a break in the radius, but not just any ordinary break. No, a small piece of the bone had twisted at an awkward angle. Jacob had the choice to either grit his teeth and let the doctor move it into place or be sedated. I said if he choose the gritting teeth option, I was headed to the waiting room. He choose sedation.
We moved rooms, he got an I.V. and some warm blankets to stop his shivering (nerves), the orthepedic came and looked (he was there setting 2 other broken arms and a little girl with a broken leg came in as we were leaving). Jake then got some fast acting anesthesia and the dr. moved his arm to a special x-ray machine.
The meds weren't in a high enough dosage and Jake tried to get up off of the bed. It took the respritory guy, two nurses another dr. to hold him down enough the nurse could give him more meds. By the time the second dose took full effect, the orthepedic was done and wrapping Jake's arm in a splint. From the moment of first dose to Jake waking up enough to be coherent- 15 minutes. First dose to splint, 5 minutes. Jake, of course, remembers none of this.
I guess he was dreaming because when he started waking up and talking to us, he thought he was in an episode of Stargate SG-1. It was pretty funny. One of the nurses told me that he was impressed with the job I have done raising Jake because how good he was and of all the things he didn't say and do as he was coming out of anesthesia. He said he hears a lot of horrible things from kids and Jake was one of the more mild mannered ones he has ever had. Jake is a good kid. Love you son.
He has an appointment with the orthepedic next week. Jake has a splint for the rest of this week and then next week if the bone is still where it should be, it will be cast in a short cast. Yay, just in time for band camp! The dr. was teasing him saying that maybe he should add a drum stick to the cast next week.
Brandi is feeling left out and wants a cast and me to cut her food for her, and to not have to do chores for a week and to be able to sit on the couch and watch movies. She suggested that perhaps she will break a leg during soccer. I just looked at her. Silly girl.