Take these broken wings and learn to fly again learn to live so free...A song from the eighties which reminded me of our day today. Today we called and asked our middle son Robby.my mom and Aunt Ruthie to meet us around the corner from her house at the Country Waffle, for breakfast. We wanted to do something with Robby for his early birthday. We had a nice visit. My mom, Aunt Ruthie and I all ordered waffles, while Robby and David ate hardy chicken fried steak breakfasts. It was nice to chat around the table.
My mom went to pour her syrup and there was sticky droplets of syrup on the bottle and handle and her hand got really sticky. She got a little irritated at the waitress because after several requests for a wet washcloth, she never brought her anything to wipe off her sticky hands. Breakfast finished and we all headed our separate ways. David and I went to go get tires on the excursion and then went and had a coffee date just us. It is very rare that we get out together and have time just by ourselves.
We had just barely sat down and I saw I had a missed call, it was our youngest daughter. Olivia was crying into the phone again, but this time I could hear intense pain in her voice and even though the message was mostly incoherent sobs, I heard her say her arm really hurts. I had just hung up on the voice message and Samantha called me and told me that Olivia was in a lot of pain and she thinks her arm is broken. I told my husband David we have to get home! We were only five minutes away from home but it seemed to take an eternity to get there.
I walked through the door and Olivia was ashen white, laying on the love seat. Tears were fresh on her face and she was whimpering. I looked at her arm and she was very protective, about my helping her to her feet, once I got her to the Emergency Room, she said she couldn't move her neck. I told her to stay in the car and I rushed inside to get someone to help me get her out of the car. I told the lady at the desk, my daughter was tackled to the ground by a little boy and her arm is broken and now she is complaining of neck pain.
I had a girl go with me and we wheeled her back into the ER and we waited a short time before they called her back. The Physician's assistant looked at her clavicle and said that it obviously looked broken, she was afraid he might have a dislocated shoulder as well. We went to X-ray and then back to wait for the Doctor's final word on what is going on. She finally came back and put a sling on Olivia and the Dr. came in and said it is only a broken clavicle not anything else. She has to be in a sling for 6 weeks with pain medication.
We stopped by to see my mom and both her sisters were there. She was resting in the bedroom and I came in and gave her a hug and told her I was just stopping by for a moment she said, "You stay as long as you want. I am just resting, I can hear you from the other room." I visited a little with everyone and her friend Arlene came by with a jello salad. They were planning on going out to dinner later and I had to get back home to fix my family dinner.
