As we were driving out of town to Spokane, we stopped at Starbucks for a coffee. Two seconds later, the phone rang. I couldn’t understand the caller because there was a kid screaming in the background.
“Jen. You have to come back. Sam broke his arm. We are taking him to the hospital”.
No one drives faster than 2 parents on their way to the hospital. We beat Grandma and Papa Kaufman by a good 15 minutes. (Of course, we didn’t have to wrestle a traumatized 2 year old and his sister into the car either). When they got there, Sam had a magazine splint and some frozen peas wrapped around his right arm. Good thing Nurse Grandma was on the scene. We did leave a little trail of peas behind us wherever we went, though.
The x-rays confirmed what his lumpy arm already told us: a displaced Colles fracture. They gave us the number of the on-call orthopedist and sent us home. We stopped for ice cream because ice cream cures all ails. It can probably even cure cancer. And, it gave Joe a chance to reschedule his flight and cancel (*sniff*) our hotel room. Then, back to Lala’s house for bedtime.
A miserable six hours later, I realized my mistake. I hadn’t requested any pain medication for Sam. We’d been giving him Tylenol and Ibuprofen, but the kid was still miserable. I called the hospital, only to learn there were no 24 hour pharmacies in Lewiston or Clarkston. The nurse said he’d figure something out. A miserable FOUR hours later, he called me back and said there was some Tylenol with Codeine for Sam at the ED; I just had to come get it.
I went and got it. Came back. Sam was finally asleep. Of course.