Yesterday was absolutely beautiful in our slice of Ohio, so we tried to take advantage of the sunshine and pleasant temps. Dada wanted to remove at least parts of a spindly tree which leaned some branches against Thing Two’s bedroom windows and roof. Brush pick-up happens this month and next, so we were dragging branches to the curb, using the tractor to tote bigger log sections towards the fire pit area, and so forth.
Thing Three decided to ride his bike a few minutes and headed west to investigate the bridge being replaced at the end of our street whilst I headed east for another armload of branches to drag- it was good exercise for opening up my chest area where some of the adhesions are- so we parted ways.
In maybe forty-five seconds, I heard a Charlie Brown sort of “AAAAAUGH!” I turn to see one of Thing Three’s Crocs in the middle of the street and him under his bike.
The heck?! Was there a stampede of invisible wildebeest or what? There is no traffic because our road is closed due to the bridge being out on the west end. What happened?!
It turns out that he’d been slaloming along and skidded on a slippery part, got dumped off with the bike on top of him, and popped his head through the triangle of the bike frame. He got himself righted and walked the bike back, assessing as he comes. The Croc-less foot has three nickel to quarter sized abrasions, one on his right elbow, a silver dollar sized one on his lower back, a few smaller abrasions in various places, but his right wrist was under the bike when he landed.
It hurts to rotate in any direction and to touch thumb to fingers. If you guessed “scaphoid fracture” then give yourself a round of applause because that’s exactly what the X-rays revealed. Apparently it’s a small wrist bone which supports other small wrist bones, already has a sluggish blood supply, and takes a long while to heal. You know, exactly the kind of injury a 16-year-old who plays the saxophone is going to be first in line to sign up for.
He’s in his temporary cast but will see the good folks over at ortho later this week and they’ll see what’s what. He is allowed Tylenol or Motrin, should elevate it when he can, and won’t be allowed to lift much of anything for awhile with that side. Fortunately, he writes lefty and there was no head-bonking during the crash.
I had visions of Calvin’s killer bike from the Calvin & Hobbes comic strip- that’s exactly what it looked like to see the bike pounced on top of him, gloating!
That’s what I get for saying we are pretty much fine and dandy over here!
