While playing football with Hubby's side of the family, Son #3 was tackled. His pinky assumed a jaunty angle.
Back inside the country club, Hubby asked if there was a doctor in the room. Five hands shot up.
They buddy taped the finger, we drove back home, and Son #3 and I hit the emergency room. Xrays confirm it is broken, so it is now in a fiberglass splint until we can get to his orthopedist, the day after Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Yup, that's our motto as well! It wouldn't be a vacation or holiday without a visit to the ER....
Ouchie!! :-(
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