Vince fell down the stairs last night while reading his phone at 9:45 pm. He came into our room crying that his foot hurt. The thought of going to the ER at 9:45 pm for a slightly sprained foot made me exasperated. I was already in my PJs thinking of my head against my soft pillow. And even though I think of myself as a compassionate person, I also am kind of a suck-it-up kind of mother. So I gave Vince an ice pack and Motrin and sent him to bed.
This morning, I was gone early and wasn’t back until after school let out and Vince’s foot still wasn’t feeling good. I found an after-hours ortho office that was open. He brought math homework that was freaking him out to do in the waiting room. It was basically a whole afternoon freakout about math/foot/testing anxiety. It didn’t help that I was sure that the foot wasn’t broken and that it was all in his head and Vince could tell that I was impatient.
Anyways, the joint is very point tender and they couldn’t quite tell if there was a fracture on the film. If there is a fracture, it’s right on the growth plate of the fifth metatarsal and so we got the conservative treatment. We got a two week stay in a boot for our trouble. And I think he understands his math. Gah, now I feel badly. A little mothering guilt. Anyways, if we had gone to the ER last night, we would have had to go to the ortho today anyways. So…win?