Okay----yes, G's nose is broken---you can see in the pictures that it curves to the right-----it's the "good" kind of broken, though because it broke but didn't MOVE----(they call it a non-displaced fracture)
We have to wait a few days for the swelling to go down before we see an ENT to see if it needs to be "reset" so he won't look like a boxer when he's thirty.
Here's what happened:
At 3:45 this afternoon, the 200 students from the 7th and 8th grade Cross Country teams are getting ready to board the buses for the 20 minute treck over to the CC meet. G and a bunch of 8th grade boys are playing what they call "Latino Soccer" in the gym and G's nose meets up with Shawn Vandersomebody's shoulder.
Blood starts pooling onto the floor, G fell to his knees and the kids go get the coaches. The coaches tell all the kids to get on the bus (G said they yelled this part kinda mad---I'm sure because they were supposed to be leaving at this time and now they have a gym floor full of blood). The coach cleans up the blood, stuffs some round cotton thingys up G's nose, looks on his medical card to see if I'd okayed for them to give him Tylenol, gives him some Tylenol, asks him if he's okay and gets on the bus. (Interesting how he didn't "jot down" my cell phone number which was on the same form to tell me that my kid might have a broken nose)
On the bus ride over there G said all of the sudden his head "felt like 10,000 hammers were pummeling on me" and he gets dizzy from the headache and by the time they get to the CC meet, he said all his friends were telling him "It looks like you haven't slept for days"---he said he just kinda "wandered around" and felt "woozy"----So since the 7th grade girls run first, the 7th grade boys, then 8th grade girls and then G, I wasn't planning on getting there until around 5:30ish-----
At 5:30 I'm about 5 minutes away from the meet and I get a call from one of G's friend's mom and she says, "Andrea, I don't mean to alarm you, but I really don't think G should run in the meet after what happened." I'm thinking, "WHAT happened????????
So she tells me that her son told her that while they were at school, yadda yadda yadda............
So I tell her that I'm 5 minutes away, I get there and he is just walking around with his friends waiting for the 8th grade boys to run. I go sign him out (with absolutely no reaction from the girls coach that had the sign out sheet) and we are off to the ER.
On the way over to the ER, I'm asking G a million questions (or what G would term as "torture") and finally I say, "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME ON YOUR PHONE?"
He says, "I didn't want to have to get it out of my backpack"------yes, you read that right----"I didn't want to have to get it out of my backpack"--------apparently we pay X amount of dollars a month NOT so we can notify our mother of pools of blood, 10,000 hammers pounding on your head, dizziness, or woozyness, rather, we shell out money so that we can text our girlfriend all day and have a calculator.
Get to the ER and they take him back (lucky for us, there was nobody there:-) and go right to X-Rays and in a room---Dr. comes in and says, yes, it is broken, can't do anything right now, watch for more bleeding, etc.
So the nurse person is this stocky YUMMY latino man and he is giving us the papers to sign and our "marching orders" and I just wanted to clarify what the CHINESE dr. had told us
(Just an "aside" here: It was the United Nations of Cy-Fair Hospital: Jamaican lady checked me in and could barely understand her, German lady in Triage could barely understand, Chinese Dr. could barely understand and Yummy Latino Nurse guy who rolled his rrrrrrrrr's when he said Peterrrrrrrrrson.........I wanted to ask him to say, "Fine Corrrrrinthean Leather Seats"...........remember him? The guy from Fantasy Island?)
so I said, "So let me get this straight.............it is broken, but it's okay and doesn't need to be set right this minute, but if it moves we need to set it..............I just want to make sure that he doesn't end up looking like he is a boxer when he is thirty with a crooked nose".
And the YUMMY HUNKY latino Mr. Nurse Guy says, "What's wrong with boxers? I've been boxing since I was a teenager?"
And I look at his nose AND IT LOOKS LIKE A WITCHES NOSE.....ALL CROOKED AND CATEWAMPUS!
I had to explain that there was nothing against "boxing" (Did he LOOK at G?.........why you would ever put "boxing" and "G" in the same thought beats me................but then again, he self admittedly has taken a few blows to the head so maybe his thought processes weren't "right" like that cat my parents have that just falls over when walking for no reason, "That cat just ain't right") it was just that I didn't want my kid's nose to be off for his wedding pictures.
So then we get discharged (start to finish was 45 minutes.....pretty good for an ER trip I must say) and we get in the car and I'm immediately saying stuff like, "Okay, we can get home, give you some more Tylenol, get you on the couch, let you sleep in tomorrow, etc." and he says, "MOm, the Drama Department's LipSynch Talent Show is tonight and it started at 7:00 (it was now 7:15)......all my friends are there and they want to see my nose..........can we go?"
So we went to the Talent show like Rock Stars showing off the new nose-----then went to Chick-Fil-A afterward-----dried blood and all.
There's the story:-) I can only imagine what it will turn into tomorrow at the lunch table:-)
