Fractured Fairy Tale
Sep. 24th, 2007 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogIt hasn't been a good year for football here in Buffalo. Yesterday, another two members of the Bills went down to extended injuries after a record number of players had been taken out of action with serious injuries(in one case, near fatal) prior to this week's game.
I found myself contemplating these mishaps a bit earlier, putting the beginning touches on a sarcastic posting about whether the Bills could turn these lemons into lemon-flavored Kool-Aid and pull off an unprecedented 0-16 "bad dream season."
Even before the first of those bad words got set down, though, there came a call from the school which wound up consuming my afternoon. Emily had been hurt during gym class and quite possibly had a broken finger in need of X-raying.
While playing football.
Sheesh, when I said that no football player in this town was getting a break, THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT.
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I was at the school in minutes and at "Uncle Millard's" (as we fondly call the Suburban ED) not long thereafter. Things moved fairly quickly, as such places go, and we were in a treatment room within an hour.
In my rush to get her there, I hadn't thought to bring any reading material, and the only thing available in her book bag was the novel she's been reading for English class: Lord of the Flies. How cheery.
The treatment room then topped even that: its limited magazine collection consisted of two ancient Entertainment Weekly issues and one of these three back selections from Readers Disgust. Care to guess which one?
Fortunately, we didn't have any of them today. She got whisked to and from radiology and was pronounced the proud owner of a slightly fractured left ring finger. The extent of the treatment is tylenol, "Buddy-taping" it to the adjacent finger, and an appointment later in the week with some orthopedic types.
She's also on Injured Reserve for the rest of gym class football season, so sorry, Marv, you'll need to find your new cornerback someplace else:P
I found myself contemplating these mishaps a bit earlier, putting the beginning touches on a sarcastic posting about whether the Bills could turn these lemons into lemon-flavored Kool-Aid and pull off an unprecedented 0-16 "bad dream season."
Even before the first of those bad words got set down, though, there came a call from the school which wound up consuming my afternoon. Emily had been hurt during gym class and quite possibly had a broken finger in need of X-raying.
While playing football.
Sheesh, when I said that no football player in this town was getting a break, THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT.
----
I was at the school in minutes and at "Uncle Millard's" (as we fondly call the Suburban ED) not long thereafter. Things moved fairly quickly, as such places go, and we were in a treatment room within an hour.
In my rush to get her there, I hadn't thought to bring any reading material, and the only thing available in her book bag was the novel she's been reading for English class: Lord of the Flies. How cheery.
The treatment room then topped even that: its limited magazine collection consisted of two ancient Entertainment Weekly issues and one of these three back selections from Readers Disgust. Care to guess which one?
Fortunately, we didn't have any of them today. She got whisked to and from radiology and was pronounced the proud owner of a slightly fractured left ring finger. The extent of the treatment is tylenol, "Buddy-taping" it to the adjacent finger, and an appointment later in the week with some orthopedic types.
She's also on Injured Reserve for the rest of gym class football season, so sorry, Marv, you'll need to find your new cornerback someplace else:P