Monday, December 13, 2004
Reunited and it feels so good . . . Here is a picture of Annabelle with Blankie and Tim the Bellhop at the Renaissance Hotel this morning:
If you want to get a better idea of how raggedy poor Blankie is, click here. You can really see the tatters.
After we retrieved Blankie, we picked up Jenny's fiance and headed for the Vans skatepark. Mike and Jeff got suited up in their pads and helmets and cruised out to the ramps, while Mom, Annabelle, and I cruised out to the mall. We returned an hour later to check on the boys and found them applying ice to Jeff's broken arm:
The attendants at the skatepark had called 911, and the paramedics soon arrived and splinted Jeff's arm for him. He passed up the ambulance ride, so we took him over to the hospital. He was quite the trooper in spite of the pain. After about an hour, Jeff's new best friend--Nurse Barbara--started an IV and got the good stuff flowing, and he managed to snooze off and on for the rest of the afternoon while we waited for the doctor. If you click on this picture, you can watch the drugs take effect:
The doctor finally arrived and agreed that, yes, the bone was broken and displaced. Jeff got to go to the other side of the ER for even better drugs, which enabled the doctor to shove the bone back into place without Jeff screaming and climbing up the curtains.
All in all, today was quite a mixed bag. Getting Blankie back--good. Jeff breaking his arm--bad. Mike getting a free shirt from the dudes at Vans when I sent him to the front of the store to buy a clean shirt to wear to the hospital--well, that was good, but not good enough to justify the broken arm.
If you want to get a better idea of how raggedy poor Blankie is, click here. You can really see the tatters.
After we retrieved Blankie, we picked up Jenny's fiance and headed for the Vans skatepark. Mike and Jeff got suited up in their pads and helmets and cruised out to the ramps, while Mom, Annabelle, and I cruised out to the mall. We returned an hour later to check on the boys and found them applying ice to Jeff's broken arm:
The attendants at the skatepark had called 911, and the paramedics soon arrived and splinted Jeff's arm for him. He passed up the ambulance ride, so we took him over to the hospital. He was quite the trooper in spite of the pain. After about an hour, Jeff's new best friend--Nurse Barbara--started an IV and got the good stuff flowing, and he managed to snooze off and on for the rest of the afternoon while we waited for the doctor. If you click on this picture, you can watch the drugs take effect:
The doctor finally arrived and agreed that, yes, the bone was broken and displaced. Jeff got to go to the other side of the ER for even better drugs, which enabled the doctor to shove the bone back into place without Jeff screaming and climbing up the curtains.
All in all, today was quite a mixed bag. Getting Blankie back--good. Jeff breaking his arm--bad. Mike getting a free shirt from the dudes at Vans when I sent him to the front of the store to buy a clean shirt to wear to the hospital--well, that was good, but not good enough to justify the broken arm.
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