Kzoo

Avoiding your child from getting hurt is a full time job which is why I choose not to waste my time in that element of parenting. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t promote potential body harming behavior but I don’t believe in putting children in a hard shell bubble either. I highly encourage play that enhances a child’s physiological skills like running, jumping, tumbling, climbing, etc. However, the risk of getting hurt while participating in this development process is pretty high up there; which brings me to James. Jump, run, tumble – off to the urgent care clinic we go. His left pinky finger swelled twice its normal size. Thankfully it wasn’t broken as far as the doctor could tell.

 Since we were at the imaging center I went ahead and requested images of my abdomen/pelvis be performed as well. Last month I underwent camera endoscopy. The procedure is to swallow a pill about the size of a small grape tomato that contains a tiny camera. As it travels through the digestive tract it takes pictures giving doctors a view to the places they would not normally see. It is a great tool in diagnosing Crohn’s disease of the small bowel. Undoubtedly, the pill I swallowed has lodged itself near my stoma. Not the outcome I had hoped for. The term JamCam comes to mind. The only way to get it out at this point is surgery. I’m not looking forward to that.

Oh why not? Let’s get the family x-ray portrait package! John has had issues with his finger to the point he felt it could be broken. His x-ray revealed nothing. Much to his disappointment, we believe arthritic symptoms are what is causing his finger/hand/grip troubles.

Tommy didn’t have any pictures taken that night, but his presence in the clinic did not go unobserved. In order for him to leave James alone long enough to finish homework while in the waiting room, I occupied him with his own pencil and paper. It worked for about 62 seconds. Luckily the waiting room was not full and only 2 other waiting room inhabitants could witness a sudden wrath of engaged scamper resembling an escaped bouncy ball hitting every wall, floor, and stationary object in its path. There was no explanation for it and I chose to just let it be. We were about to be contained in a tiny exam room not intended for a family of four. I chose my battle wisely…

Splint in place, homework finished, John’s finger problem unsolved, my stuck camera found, Tommy along for the ride, dinner in the car, and a skipped bath put kids in bed by 9:15pm and John and I in a vortex of insane. What a night!