So said the Consultant when we saw him yesterday. What we'd been considering a minor irritation which would heal up in 6 weeks and be forgotten about turns out to have potentially 'catastrophic' (his word, not ours) consequences.
Basically, M has fractured the corner of the Radius (which we knew), but (and this is the nasty bit) he also has three fracture lines running down into his arm which means that section of bone could drop at any point, leaving the surface of the joint uneven and unstable. If that happens there is a chance he could lose the use of that hand.
Hearing this direct from the Consultant at least meant that when I suggested it would be a Good Idea to Moderate Behaviour Significantly for the next few weeks (ie no running, or cycling, or trips on crowded trains where jostling (which would not be at all good) might occur), it couldn't be put down as Unnecessary Wifely Fussing and therefore dismissed. This makes looking after him that much easier.
I feel so sorry for him: for an active man this is a very frustrating experience, with the added worry now of potential long-term consequences. It means two running races he's been training for and looking forward to are now out the window, including a league where he's been doing well. His training at the local running club is on hold and our annual trip down to the Grizzly in March won't now be happening either.
We have another appointment at the hospital next week, this time at the specialist hand clinic where they will be able to tell us more, including whether he needs an operation (although the Consultant said this type of break is such a tricky one that an op and pinning is often not much use anyway).
I feel we are getting to know our local hospitals Very Well Indeed. I was not without some previous knowledge of two of them (I suspect most Mothers Of Boys have a reasonably intimate acquaintance with their local hospital at some point), but there are three within our vicinity and I hadn't been to the other one before. It has a rather fetching ancient chapel stuck outside it; a relic from another time marooned in a network of modern roads and buildings. I found its presence reassuring- it was calm and peaceful and somehow timeless beside the nerve-jarring flashing wail of the ambulances and the stricken-faced groaning of various broken patients.
We've spent several hours over the last two days stalking the various corridors and waiting rooms of two of our local hospitals, and judging by the exorbitant rates they charge for parking we're probably also single-handedly supporting the entire car-parking staff for the rest of this year.
The hospital staff have been fantastic. Most of them have a sense of humour, they've been thorough and careful, answered all my questions (and I always have a lot, being a healer and therefore keen to know everything I can so I can help M once we're home), and they've been on the ball about referring him on promptly. I know the NHS has it critics, I know an appointment time has about as much meaning as a weather forecast projecting twelve years ahead (I can personally testify on this score), but, despite the waiting around (and lets face it, even this has its upsides- I've read a lot more of my book in the last two days than I would normally have managed to do and extended my crossword knowledge significantly), the system does work. Were it not for the doctors and nurses doing what they did to identify, acknowledge and secure the break, M would be in a much worse position today than he is. So I applaud them and thank them from the bottom of my heart for all their care and diligence.
What a strange start to the New Year we are having. My day is now largely divided into dropping L at school, then M at work, then back to take the dogs out for a walk, then see patients in the middle of the day, then back to collect L from school and three hours later back out again to get M, and that's without all the usual household stuff of cooking and cleaning, or Poppy wee and poo trips into the garden every hour. Thank goodness I have these three weeks off college!
Accidents have a way of sharpening the mind onto focusing on the important things though, and, in a continuance of the theme I had set myself a couple of weeks ago, I am letting go of all the busy busy but unimportant elements of my existence (pruning, you might say) and concentrating on taking care of my husband.
Children grow up and leave home to make their own lives (I've always loved that expression about it being a parent's job to give your children 'roots and wings' - I think it says it all), but your husband walks by your side all the days of your life, and if you've got a good one as I have, this isn't onerous but a nice thing, and so I want to take care of him and do all I can to make sure he comes out of this as well as he possibly can, and with the use of that hand intact.
On a cheerier note, I got home from the hospital yesterday to find that the wool I'd ordered for L's blanket has arrived. There are 20 balls of 15 different colours, and it came in The Most Enormous bag. L was very keen to know what was in the enormous bag, although this faded once he realised it was just wool. I'm looking forward to starting on the blanket. It has the potential to be a lot neater than mine, except that I found myself wondering last night whether it should be. I think part of the joy of the other blanket is its lack of conformity. We'll see. Knitting projects are rather like writing a story- the characters develope with a mind of their own and before you know it, all plans have gone out the window. That's why I like writing, and why knitting projects are fun too.
Anyway, I've rambled on enough. I'll leave you with a pic of one of the Bluetits taken this morning, and a rather sweet pic of Ted and Poppy. Pops is driving him mad at present- always wanting to play when he'd much rather be asleep in front of the fire, and licking his chops continually. I'd growl if it was me, but he just puts up with it, bless him.
Thank you all very much for your speedy healing messages- I have passed them on.
Hope everyone is well?