Well today was...dramatic.
I mean, it didn't start that way. I was in meetings most of the day. Then I went to fetch Sherlock. It was a nice day, and I'd promised him we'd go to the park. Some other kids and parents were going to, so we all headed off.
It was all fine, kids running about, us old folk huddled up on the bench/by the fence.
Sherlock shouted at me to watch him, but I was right in the middle of talking to someone, so I told him to wait...and then there was a thud. I just saw him dropping off the frame out of the corner of my eye. And everything....I don't know, froze. Like, there was no sound at all, and then he screamed, and I don't know, I think my heart started beating again, because I really thought he might have fallen on his head - he'd been hanging upside off the frame, being a bat. And I ran.
He was already picking himself up, sort of, and when I knelt down he pretty much threw himself at me, and through the sobbing he said his arm hurt. It already looked like it was swelling, and he was...I've never seen him cry like that.
Anyway, I carried him to the road and we flagged down a cab and took him to hospital. He calmed down a bit by the time we got there, and just looked a bit pale and shocked.
You've probably seen most of the comments on John's blogs. We waited, the nurse thought he might have broken it, we waited some more, got sent to x-ray, got x-rayed. They let me sit in with him, under a huge lead sheet, and he asked loads of questions all the time, and eventually got as much of an all clear as we could - he's got a torus fracture, which is something only kids get. It's like the bone's buckled under the impact of him falling on his arm. It should heal fine.
He's got a splint and a sling on now, and he'll get a cast on in a few days. He's already been picking at the splint, undoing it, so I think the sooner the cast goes on the better. He's taking it fairly well. Excited about getting it signed, having a purple cast, not having to have a bath for a couple of days, having a day off school...that sort of thing. But it also hurts, and he's really upset the hospital wouldn't let him have his x-rays.
I know no one could have stopped what happened - but I can't help but feel bad that I wasn't looking when he fell, or...well, loads of things. And I know John wishes he was here. I'm just glad he's okay, mainly.
Anyway, apart from all that, and Sherlock's dismay at missing our date...here's something for you, John: