First crutches

We were supposed to be in the desert this weekend, but early yesterday I got a call from Theo’s school that he had landed badly on his ankle playing basketball and was unable to walk. I went to pick him up, went to the In-N-Out drive through, then set him up on the couch with an ice pack and pillows under his foot. I had offered to give him a piggy back up the three flights of stairs to our house, but he demurred. When the H got home he became convinced he needed to go to urgent care, so he rushed him over just minutes before they closed. Thankfully, nothing is broken or fractured. But he does have to stay off of it and was issued crutches. I’m surprised it took this long in my boy journey to get to injuries and crutches, but here we are. 

I don’t know how long he’s supposed to stay on them - as long as he wants, I guess - but it’s clear we’ll have several days of school at least in this condition. It didn’t really dawn on me how many things will have to shift in order to make our lives work - the privilege of the able bodied, eh? So I realized we’ll have to leave earlier for school, since getting him down three flights of stairs to the car and getting him into the car with crutches is going to be a production, not to mention getting him out of the car and set up to get into school. Then I can’t ask him to walk to the library after school, so I have to pick him up right as school is ending and make sure I’m right in front so he doesn’t have to go far. Then get Bobby an hour later. He’s also supposed to start his soccer club on Thursday which obviously can’t happen. It’s going to be a hell of a week. 

In the meantime, I have my tax appointment Monday, which I hope will deliver me a big fat refund for how much I spent and how little I made. I’m looking at this as significant income even though it’s just my own money coming back at me.

I’m not sorry about missing the desert this weekend - the overnight temperatures were below freezing and daytime would have been in the 50s only, whereas next weekend is going to be gorgeous in the 70s and 80s. And then we can go again the weekend after for the big car show up in Amboy. I’m determined to utilize every weekend possible until we get back to no-go temperatures this summer. We only have a couple of good months left. 

I hope Theo heals well - he’s not in pain, really, just swollen and not able to put any weight on it. He’s such an active kid, it’s going to be tough for him to be so incapacitated. 

My photos still aren’t working, sadly, and I don’t know how to fix it. When I try to upload my Google Photos it just says there’s a problem and to try again later. Maybe if I try from my computer rather than my phone? Who knows.