how often do I promise you something quick and easy?
I spent last night in the emergency room with my youngest son. While on his way home from a friend's for what was sure to be a gourmet dinner (sandwiches!), he fell off his scooter and broke both bones in his left forearm. When I got him inside and was able to take a better look at the situation, I could tell we were in for a long night. His arm was in a very pronounced U-shape, which helped me explain things to him when I pointed to it and said, "YOU have broken your arm, my lovely."
Unfortunately, I didn't have time for the second part of the diagnosis, which would have been "YOU are going to probably throw up right now!" because he tossed his after school snack all over the carpet before either of us expected it. Bonus!
As a family, we've been incredibly blessed to have healthy children. In fact, until just three weeks ago, when this same child went mano-o-vano with our family vehicle and came out on the losing side with five stitches to his forehead, we've never seen the inside of an emergency room. I'd like to think (hope, pray, make questionable promises to questionable individuals) that walking out at 2 a.m., today after this latest visit is the last time we have any medical issues.
I'd like to wish the same for other parents. Unfortunately, it's not always possible.
Perhaps you know my friend Kevin, who writes (well!) at a few sites, including Always Home and Uncool. Kevin is, I believe, one of the entries in the dictionary under the listing for 'awesome.' He's exactly that. He and his family work tirelessly with the organization Cure JM to raise awareness of juvenile myositis, an autoimmune disease affecting approximately 5,000 children in the United States that Kevin's daughter, affectionately known as Thing 1, was diagnosed with JM eight years ago.
If you know Kevin (and you should by now if you visited the link to his blog!), you know Cure JM is a contender for a $250,000 grant in the Pepsi Refresh Project! Did you catch that? Pepsi will give $250,000 (!!!!) to the top 2 individuals, businesses or non-profit organizations in August, and as I write this, Cure JM is holding steady in the top 2!
As you might imagine, Cure JM would love to retain their spot during the next five days of eligible voting (and heck, I'd imagine they'd love to move into the number 1 spot, too, but, well, sometimes being number 2 doesn't stink!). You might also be imagining ways you can help them. What you might not be imagining is just how easy it will be to do so! Now through August 31, you can vote three times a day using these three different methods:
- Send a text vote: Text 100850 to Pepsi (73774) (standard text messaging rate apply)
- Use the Facebook app: http://bit.ly/CureJMonFB
- Vote directly from the Pepsi website site for our Cure JM and its affiliated causes at http://pep.si/CureJMKidstoWin5
10 Comments:
You really are blessed, I think in the past 22 years with four kids, I've averaged 3 ER runs a year.
Bonus, for getting hurt on a holiday, such as Christmas, too!
So, who cleaned up the puke? I mean, let's focus on the important things here.
Ah, yes, the insides of ERs; I know them well. . .
Hope yer boy's arm is straight and strong ASAP. . .
such a good way to keep things in perspective. so glad your boy is healing!
Double-break! Way to go first time out of the box!
Making fun of you on Twitter. Will probably continue to do for the cause.
How much questioning did the ER do on your son??
FADKOG - you are in the dictionary under "friend." Glad the boy is good. Thanks for doing this. Kevin
Effing OW! At least he waited until the end of the summer.
You seem to have handled it pretty darn well.
My word verification is "horkett" which is, of course, what your poor son did all over the living room.
Were you really this calm, cool and collected as you portrayed on this post? If so - I'm amazed - you being a ROOKIE and all!
Glad your son is okay!
I'm off to vote!
I did the same thing when I was in 7th grade. Not falling off a scooter, but breaking both bones in my (right) arm (although mine was shaped more like a Z afterwards, rather than a U) and then puking at some point before I reached the hospital.
On the plus side, my (very kind) teacher helped me through the following months by calling me "Gimp" and making fun of me relentlessly as I tried to learn to function with my (non-writing) left hand.
So... you can tell your son he's got that to look forward to. Which is nice.
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