So, I am hobbling aroung work yesterday (totally miserable with the boot)when the camp director calls me. Julia fell at camp and hurt her arm, they iced, splinted and slung it, gave her a slushy, but she should see a doctor.
After 3 hours of doctors and x-ray and a trip to a new orthopaedic (boot on, boot off, boot on, boot off, boot on, boot off, boot almost out the window...)
Poor Julia has a fractured wrist. What a sight we are together; like we survived a bus accident or something, sheesh!
Anyhow, she's a real trooper and isn't in a terrible amount of pain. The worst parts of the experience for her were that the boy she collided with didn't care that she got hurt (ouch!) and today is rollerskating day at camp and she has to stay home (double ouch!).
PS- yeah, that's sharpie marker all over her shirt, somebody missed. A lot.