Rite Of Passage.
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The Nephew broke his arm this week.
I should have known it was coming sooner or later...it is a tradition for the boys in our family to break their first arm right around age 5/6. Apparently, The Nephew jumped off some playground equipment at school. I guess he thought he would land on his feet like Batman - (the downfall to letting your kid be obsessed with superheroes). The ER splinted him and sent him home to wait for the swelling to go down. The next day the swelling was still too much, so they added a sling, gave him a shot - (he told me, "My arm doesn't hurt anymore, but that injection hurt really really bad". My poor little man. I am betting it was a steroid shot then) - and told him to come back in a week for the actual cast.
He was excited to get to miss three days of school, until he realized he only had one hand and couldn't play any video games.
I talked to him the day it happened and he was a little stoned on pain meds. Have you ever watched "That 70s Show" and seen when they sit around in the circle? You know how Hyde rambles on at great lengths when he is stoned, but he pronounces every word very slowly, like each syllable is a revelation? Yeah, that apparently is The Nephew when he is high.
We sent him a bouquet of balloons and candy.
Now I shall pause to say a big THANK YOU to
denig37,
ranua,
rhymephile and
denyce for the Halloween V-Gifts!! The cannibalistic pumpkin was right up my alley and the spiders, though I usually loath spiders and everything they stand for, were way too adorable to squash with my shoe. Thanks, peoples!
On a final note - FIC REC!
ceitfianna did some fills on the Horror Comment Meme thingy and one of them was a Supernatural drabble. There was no scary horror monster in this fic, and yet it was such a dark chilling piece that was both terrifying and beautiful at once. There’s a hole in the world and no one can see it because it’s hiding behind an old drive-in movie theater screen. Go read - Hole In The World.
I should have known it was coming sooner or later...it is a tradition for the boys in our family to break their first arm right around age 5/6. Apparently, The Nephew jumped off some playground equipment at school. I guess he thought he would land on his feet like Batman - (the downfall to letting your kid be obsessed with superheroes). The ER splinted him and sent him home to wait for the swelling to go down. The next day the swelling was still too much, so they added a sling, gave him a shot - (he told me, "My arm doesn't hurt anymore, but that injection hurt really really bad". My poor little man. I am betting it was a steroid shot then) - and told him to come back in a week for the actual cast.
He was excited to get to miss three days of school, until he realized he only had one hand and couldn't play any video games.
I talked to him the day it happened and he was a little stoned on pain meds. Have you ever watched "That 70s Show" and seen when they sit around in the circle? You know how Hyde rambles on at great lengths when he is stoned, but he pronounces every word very slowly, like each syllable is a revelation? Yeah, that apparently is The Nephew when he is high.
We sent him a bouquet of balloons and candy.
Now I shall pause to say a big THANK YOU to
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Date: 2011-11-06 04:41 pm (UTC)As for the rite of passage of the boys in your family . . . that sucks too. I haven't so much as broken a finger so an arm seems like a big deal, especially at such a young age.
Anyway, your Little Man is too cute for his own good, even when he's high with a broken arm. In my head, he's Father Time. *wink* Glad to hear that he's doing better though.
Hope to see more of you, babe! Things will be bright and shiny again . . .
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Date: 2011-11-08 02:17 am (UTC)But yeah, it's been two straight months of suckage here. Health wise - I am having more good days than bad days lately but something still feels off. I know when something isn't right with my body, now I just need someone to listen to me and figure it out.
Lots of broken bones in my family. My siblings and myself, and my cousins all lived out in the country - lots of tree climbing and daredeviling from us.
Father Time is from Jude the Obscure, right? I was going to buy that for my sister for Christmas - she is an avid reader and has a thing about the name Jude (it is the patron saint of lost causes and desperate cases) but then I remembered that it sounds like a terribly depressing book. Is it a terribly depressing book? I did look into it though and I found out the reason it was so controversial was that it basically trampled all over all the things the Victorian people held sacred - marriage, religion, social status. Apparently people quite hated that author back in the day for being a miscreant.
My Little Man is too cute. 8)
/fist bump of support/
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Date: 2011-11-10 03:08 am (UTC)Sorry to hear about Papa Bear. That was a major bummer when I finally read the news. But he lived a really good life so it was just his time. (I can't believe how fatalistic I'm sounding!)
Yep, Father Time is from Jude the Obscure. (After talking about this novel so much with you, I wouldn't be surprised if I picked it up again over the Christmas break. It's perfect Christmas reading! <-- Said with all irony.) Yes, it is a terribly depressing book. By the end, there is not a shred of hope left. Even Father Time doesn't fare well. I don't think your sister would enjoy it unless she's into that sort of stuff (like I obviously am *g*), although Hardy does have a fantastic writing style and the book was completely revolutionary for its time, as you already found out.
I'm going to go hunt down my copy now. I'm pretty sure it's in my dad's house. Time to bring it to the apartment . . .