Cuz He Had a Bad Day....er...week

Somebody is having a bad day...no wait...week. Here's living proof.




















Yesterday...the King took a header running through his classroom at school. He went down on his arm pretty hard, but stopped crying about 4 minutes into it....(I was there).

This morning.....he said "my army hurts". Hmmm. Daddy ran his hand down the line of the King's lower arm...and when he reached just above the wrist, the King screamed and yanked his arm back. Sigh.....another Ozlander heading to a doctor's appointment....

The good news? No sign of fracture on the Xray. The "not so good news"...it could be a level 1 something-a- ruther fracture which doesn't show up on the xray. That diagnosis comes "clinically"...if he is still in pain in the next day or so. To make sure that he wasn't trying to gain sympathy, during his nap this afternoon (okay..I am a Faison..I HAVE to be a "doctor"), I gently ran down his lower arm with my fingers. He immediately shot up out of a dead sleep and screamed. Great. Not a good sign.....(and it made his Mom feel really special too!)

So we are in a waiting game on the arm-y....

So tonight....he pulls his shirt over his head. He then proceeds to duck really fast..face first (because he couldn't see) onto the coffee table

The result...a bloody nose, a mark under his nose..and a new need for ice..and his "Boo Boo Bunny".





















Ouch....he has had a bad week so far...maybe he is growing??! (Of course it is about to get A LOT better, as his brother comes home tomorrow evening!)