Rock Climbing, Cheering and a Broken Foot...
Check it out; the newest in shoe attire. This one supplied by Pediatric Walk In clinic. Nicole broke her foot.
Last Wednesday. Yes, I know today is Monday, but uh, well, several of us didn't really think it was broken. I have a track record with this kind of thing, too. The first time Matt broke his arm (total now five, not including the impending surgery required on the wrist injured last March which did not end up totally broken...) I didn't take him in to be seen till later the next day because he had full range of motion, no bruising, swelling etc. They didn't even believe me in the clinic when I finally arrived with him and as they are asking me what his presenting symptom was and I replied, well, you see that arm he is waving to you with, well, I think it could be broken, it was all they could do not to laugh me out the front door.
OK, so this time it took us five days to get to clinic. Nicole turned her foot under during recess while being chased last Wednesday. She came home complaining about it, but since she was still walking on it, we went off to cheer leading anyway. I told her she didn't have to do anything that hurt, and she didn't dance or jump, but we did need to go as she is part of the team and I was the counted on transportation for a teammate. So she waved her pompoms, didn't jump and enjoyed the concession stand selections several times.
Then Thursday night she went to two dance classes, and then we went off for the weekend. She did complain intermittently about it hurting, but she was active all weekend long, including:
Getting back for Cheer leading Sunday afternoon, which was preceded by two climbs to the top of the climbing wall at the lodge.
The school nurse didn't think it was broken when it happened, but I knew since she was still complaining about it we needed to have it checked out. Although I do admit I felt a little bit ridiculous admitting this happened Wednesday and it was now Monday. It was a saving grace that we were away over the weekend...so they gave us the lovely shoe and a referral to orthopedics, our very favorite clinic at the hospital. The moral of the story? Agree to take your kid to the doctor even five days after the fact if they say it (whatever it is) still hurts.
Last Wednesday. Yes, I know today is Monday, but uh, well, several of us didn't really think it was broken. I have a track record with this kind of thing, too. The first time Matt broke his arm (total now five, not including the impending surgery required on the wrist injured last March which did not end up totally broken...) I didn't take him in to be seen till later the next day because he had full range of motion, no bruising, swelling etc. They didn't even believe me in the clinic when I finally arrived with him and as they are asking me what his presenting symptom was and I replied, well, you see that arm he is waving to you with, well, I think it could be broken, it was all they could do not to laugh me out the front door.
OK, so this time it took us five days to get to clinic. Nicole turned her foot under during recess while being chased last Wednesday. She came home complaining about it, but since she was still walking on it, we went off to cheer leading anyway. I told her she didn't have to do anything that hurt, and she didn't dance or jump, but we did need to go as she is part of the team and I was the counted on transportation for a teammate. So she waved her pompoms, didn't jump and enjoyed the concession stand selections several times.Then Thursday night she went to two dance classes, and then we went off for the weekend. She did complain intermittently about it hurting, but she was active all weekend long, including:
Getting back for Cheer leading Sunday afternoon, which was preceded by two climbs to the top of the climbing wall at the lodge.
The school nurse didn't think it was broken when it happened, but I knew since she was still complaining about it we needed to have it checked out. Although I do admit I felt a little bit ridiculous admitting this happened Wednesday and it was now Monday. It was a saving grace that we were away over the weekend...so they gave us the lovely shoe and a referral to orthopedics, our very favorite clinic at the hospital. The moral of the story? Agree to take your kid to the doctor even five days after the fact if they say it (whatever it is) still hurts.
Labels: broken foot, climbing wall, dance, orthopedic clinic
posted by www.kathypride.com at
10:52 PM
2 Comments:
OUCH!
Don't worry, I walked on a comminuted fifth metatarsal fracture for 10 days, and they said I would need: surgery, pins, and screws (oh no!). I was in Italy (no thank you!).
Now four years later, I can tell you what the weather will be like TOMORROW! I have re-injured it several times, but I still run, jog, and hobble my way through life.
My problem: I have become accustomed to ignoring pain! Not good (it's a signal that something is WRONG!). Oops!
HUGS
PS The weekend sounded wonderful!
yup, count me in. I broke my ankle a year and a half ago training for a trail run with my daughter. I must have kicked a rock under my foot and when I came down, my foot rolled under me and I was down in the mud. Cut my contralateral knee too. I heard the loud snap and was sure I had popped a tendon or something, and was sure my daughter MUST have heard it too, as it was a very quiet day in the woods and it sounded like a loud twig snapping. Anyway, she didn't come back, and as I could hobble on it, I jogged along and as I could jog on it, we finished the hike up the butte. But I had to come down on one leg, as going up was painless, but coming down was murder.
Three weeks later, when it still hurt, I had it checked out, and the bottom point of the fibula was broken off, too far to heal on it's own. As I cannot afford the surgery and pins to fix it, I still hobble along. I can predict the weather as well, and going up and down hills, or ramps, or stairs is highly strenuous on those poor sad muscles and ligaments and my leg tires easily and I repent later.
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