Chase broke his arm almost three weeks ago. Being excellent parents, Dave and I only let it go 29 hours before taking him to the emergency room. I
I broke my arm on the first day of summer vacation when I was five-years-old. It sucked. My grandpa was on mountain rescue and fashioned a cast made out of newspaper until we could get to the hospital. I had it on for weeks (or at least it felt like weeks). Mine was white; since they didn’t have the cool colors back then, my dad drew a watch over the wrist to jazz it up. I kept the cast as a trophy for years, until it began to stink, and my mom made me throw it away.
I remember well your childhood days of faking injuries – - didn’t you write me a letter one summer professing to have broken your arm (or was it your leg?) jumping off your roof?!!!
Glad to hear that Chase has a legitimate injury!!! Only kidding – - hope he feels better soon.