Monkey Wrenches

I live with five monkey wrenches. I plan to do one thing, circumstances make me need to do something else. Take Wednesday for example. I’d planned to take B4 for his football physical, come home, cook some dinner, walk for an hour and then write. Simple things that are attainable.

B4’s physical went fine, as did dinner and I even threw in a load of laundry. I changed into my walking shorts and ask B3 if she wanted to go with me. She said, “sure, but you need to come and check on B2.  I think she’s hurt.”

Thinking it’s just a small injury, I take my time going downstairs (2 flights) and walk outside to find B2 lying on the trampoline. Her ankle is already turning blue and swelling. Ouch. Off to the emergency room we go and three hours later she’s the proud owner of a broken ankle and shiny aluminum crutches.

Snipet of dialogue I got from this incident:

“What took you so long?” B2 asked, crying and stretched out on the trampoline.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. 

“They wouldn’t come and get you,” B2 said, talking about B4, B1 and B3.  “They said I was faking.”

“Well, you are the drama-queen,” B3 fired back.

There’s got to be somewhere I can use this!

Funny, they don’t put casts on in the emergency room anymore. The doctor refers you to an orthopedic doctor. However, this doctor referred me to a doctor in uptown Charlotte when the same facility  has an office in the same hospital as the emergency room. Dude, I’m not stupid. And I hate parking garages.

Thursday, she went to the orthopedic doctor and he gave her a boot instead of a cast.  How convenient is that?  He also said that there was no damage to the growth plate so no surgery will be needed. WHAT? SURGERY? For a stinkin’ ankle.  Okay, I’m certain there’s something to this whole growth plate phenomena, but I think there’s alot of unnecessary surgery on kids because of it too. It’s a money maker for the medical industry. Let me prove it. Has anyone over the age of 35 ever broken a bone when they were a kid? If so, did any doctor your mom or dad took you too talk about a growth plate? And when said doctor set and casted your broken bone did it not grow correctly? Yep. Thought so.

I’m not saying I wouldn’t have paid for B2’s surgery if she needed one, but I’d have certainly got a second opinion.

School is almost over.  Come on June 10th! B3’s 6th grade class went white water rafting here yesterday. She said they had a lot of fun. It looks like a blast.

I’ve had an epiphany with my new project.  I’ve been struggling with the first person POV and did a little exercise writing a couple of pages in third person. Whoa! I’m going to rewrite the entire piece. It won’t be too hard because I’m less than 7k into the book.

I’ve also toyed around with an old YA fantasy piece, rewrote some it and deleted a few sections. The problem with it is that there’s no drugs, alcohol, blood (well, maybe a tinsy bit), almost sex or teen angst. It might work as a MG piece. It just might.

Well, the aqua-chi machine says I have only four minutes left, I have to do some laundry and get to Costco to buy a large chocolate cake.  B3 is having a pool party today. Her weeklong celebration of her birthday is almost over.