That ended badly. Yet again.
And I'm just getting around to writing about it here so.... very 2021 of me.
We had a long weekend a week or two ago and so we decided to do something special with the kids and landed on ice skating. The older two have gone a time or three and they were doing pretty well, moving around with their friends.... Dom was simply terrible without the walker but with the walker he was practically sprinting! Around and around we went... for just shy of an hour until Matt says uh Laur, David fell and he has a pretty deep cut.... I took him off to the bathroom to look at it and yeah, Urgent Care was once more calling my name. He cried when he learned he needed stitches but other than that was so very brave! He took an almost clinical view of it all, even watching the stitches take place! His biggest concern once the cut was numbed was more along the lines of am I allowed to stick this finger out? Three stitches and an x-ray later and off we went. So thankful to our friends who kept Letty and then drove her to us... we have our own brand of crazy us Olsen’s...
And now there is me, ten plus days later and no less anxious about another injury happening any second now. Because really... bad things come in threes.
And super thankful to those friends of mine in the medical field who always answer whatever questions I have about whatever.... and to Toniel for bravely removing said stitches for us! And he still asks if he is allowed to point out this finger. I told him this was the last time...
