Crocodile Samdee :)
Nocturnal Smurf was my original heading for this post after Sam pulled another all-nighter amidst several evenings of his usual sleep-challenged nights. Sam's only second ever art class was to be held at our house on Friday. It seemed like a good idea at the time but when Friday morning dawned and Sam had very few hours of sleep to brag about I started feeling a little anxious about Sam's ability to peacefully allow his friends to explore his territory. While Sam did not really participate in the art activities himself, he was unexpectedly okay with having the group in our small house and actually enjoyed quite a few delightful moments watching the others playing and putting on a show for him. Yes, there were one or two narrowly-escaped hair pulling and toy throwing incidents but at the end of the class I felt
the art class had been a successfully interacted experience for Sam, minus the actual art of course.
Sam was fairly exhausted by evening and fell asleep quickly... and awoke just as quickly somewhere before midnight, not shutting his eyes again till 8:36am on Saturday morning for a two hour nap.
There was bodybashing, crying, frustration, desperation... but no sleep. Oh... and there was fever... and vomit. Saturday and Sunday both flew passed in a haze of exhaustion and more of the above while trying to attend to necessary tasks, like laundry, in the 40ºc heat. Somewhere round 6pm on Sunday I remembered I'd done a load of washing and forgotten it. With the heat still stifling at that time I chose to quickly hang it out and it was in my haste that I trod incorrectly on an uneven piece of ground and popped my ankle.
Off we rushed to the local trauma unit where after 4 hours of waiting and 6 x-rays the on call doctor determined it was just a bad sprain and after applying a bandage, sent me on my way with instruction to keep off the foot for a week. I was a little uncertain of her diagnosis but anxious to get home to my sick little man.
With Sam being really miserable and clingy it was a little difficult to keep my leg elevated and while I didn't stand on the foot, I most certainly had to resort to a little weight beating.
By Tuesday morning Sam's temp was still hovering around 38ºc despite meds so I made a doc appointment for him. Chris' phone rang several times during the consultation from a somewhat familiar number but we did not want to be rude and answer it. Upon returning the call we were advised that my x-rays had gone to the resident orthopaedic surgeon who had found a fracture.
Pretty handy info to have had 36 or so hours earlier, or what?
Next step (or rather clumsy crutch-clutched lurch) was the fitting of an aircast and the countdown to a follow up consult on the 28th. Over and above the pain and discomfort of this bulky apparatus in the middle of summer is the rather heartbreaking issue of not being able to take care of my lil smurfy dude... especially when he is ill :(