February 25, 2014

That boy of mine...he's going to be the death of me yet. (AKA - don't allow your child to go to a college more than ten minutes away)

On Sunday, I took that sweet boy of mine back to school.  And, for once, he actually stayed awake and conversed during the trip.  A miracle, I tell ya...a pure miracle.

Upon arriving home, I puttered around for a bit, put on my jammies and settled in to read for a while.  And then I received a text that said....



And thus started a barrage of texts back and forth about his need to see a doctor and how soon.  Being that the child is two hours away, puts me at a distinct disadvantage.  Just so you know.

Finally, I pulled his father into the mix - hoping for better results.  Didn't work.

Man-Child claimed that he didn't NEED to search out an Urgent Care facility.  That he could wait until the next day.  AFTER he attended his classes that he claimed he absolutely, could NOT miss (yeah...like he's been this diligent about all his classes!  Need I remind you that this is the same child who gladly skipped his Monday classes to attend a concert with me?  Now, all of a sudden, he HAS to attend these classes or FAIL?  Give me a break.).

Apparently, not long after I dropped him off, he went to play basketball.  He jumped up to catch the ball, landed, heard a *pop* and dropped to the ground.  He couldn't put any weight on it and, as you saw, it was very swollen.  But no.  He didn't NEED to go to a doctor immediately.  Silly mom...

Finally, finally yesterday I heard from him (WELL after lunch, I might add) after seeing the doctor on campus.  He has badly sprained it (no fractures, as I had feared) and will be wearing a boot and crutches for the next week or so.

This, coupled with a co-worker sharing a picture her son sent her of his sliced up finger that he insisted only needed a band-aid, has us convinced that these boys of ours delight in riling us up by showing how "manly" they are.

It has also convinced me that we need to figure out where to buy these shirts...

..no really.. your girlfriend however..
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No really.  I need to know.  We figure this covers their birthday presents this year.

And I wonder why I have to dye my hair so often....


7 comments:

  1. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh..."OUCH!" I'm glad that just looks worse than it is!

    I can relate, my boy is going to be the death of me, too!

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  2. OH MY WORD!
    Oh my goodness.
    HOLY COW!
    That looks so painful.
    Is he OK now?
    I think that shirt is hilarious. I want to buy one for Kaish.

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  3. Well, obviously he sprained it badly. Badly enough that he did finally get to the doctor's and is now on crutches with a boot. Good! That t-shirt, definitely. :-)

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  4. Boys will be brave!

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  5. Link for t-shirt....

    http://www.ebay.com/itm/like/320851130420?lpid=82

    You're welcome!

    When our trip way delayed, the boys were playing basketball downstairs and Youngest split his chin on the heater. Came up and just said he didn't feel good.

    Yeah... he needed two stitches (which happily they were able to glue instead)... but yeah... Boys are exhausting.

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  6. When you find out can you PLEASE let me know? I want one for my son - SO with you on all this - those texts - my one yesterday was from my 21 year old saying "mum you know that shoulder I had operated on? Well I think I've done it again". Message from daughter's friend at weekend was "just taking her to hospital she's bleeding from a head wound and been unconscious" AND I JUST CAN'T COPE!! LX

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  7. Oh god. I wish I could unread that. But at least he let you know. That is something.

    SK

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