Some days are like that

I think it was something in the air yesterday.

Getting up in the morning went okay. Then daughter called from work about 8:30 a.m. on her first break at the nursing home and said the state inspectors were there. Every nursing home gets inspected on a yearly basis, but it's still nerve wracking for everyone who works there. It's kind of like being an excellent driver and taking an in vehicle driving test.

Then around 12:30 p.m., while theoretically taking the trash to the complex dumpster, 12 y.o. granddaughter flips 9 y.o. grandson over her shoulder and he lands badly on his left arm. He came in crying so hard that his lips were turning blue. He's not a crier. He didn't cry much at all when he cracked his ribs jumping off a dresser when he was 6. He didn't cry much at all last November when his cornea was scratched by a neighbor boy, but was still crying almost blue lip hard half an hour after the injury to his arm.

His arm swelled quite a bit around the elbow, despite icing the area. It wasn't dislocated. I have experience with reducing dislocations. With the swelling and extreme pain I was concerned that it might be broken. So I called all over hither and yon trying to determine if there was a doctor in the clinic in our town (population approx. 1700) yesterday. After 3 transfers and a bit of time on hold I finally got a definitive answer that the doctors were not in the clinic. So I called the clinic in the town daughter works in and fortunately the doctors are there Mon-Fri. They could work him in after 3 p.m. which is the soonest daughter could get him there after she got off work at 2 p.m. So I had to call daughter at work and the receptionist had to go find her on the nursing floor so that I could let her know what was going on and to not let anyone delay her getting home.

Since I'm grandma, legally I can't take him to the doctor unless it's life threatening, even if I had found a ride. We are a one vehicle family.

The doctor thinks that the arm is only badly bruised, since he didn't see a break on the x-ray, but we are waiting to hear from the radiologist.

Meanwhile we had the Sister Missionaries coming for dinner, whom we needed to pick up at our branch building at 4 p.m., *and* we had rented a rug cleaner that we were due to return at 4 p.m. in the same town as our branch. Of course, both stops were in the opposite direction from the doctor. So while waiting for daughter to get home I had to call and cancel with the Sister Missionaries and explain to the grocery store that we wouldn't be able to return the rug doctor later in the evening. I felt bad canceling with the Sister Missionaries as they had moved into an apartment the day before and don't really have a kitchen set up yet.

Then as daughter is rounding the corner to home to get grandson and take him to the doctor, our landlord calls her on her cell phone. He's got a new accountant and according to the spreadsheet from his new accountant we hadn't paid all our deposit payments or this month's rent. So, while daughter and grandson were gone to the doctor's office I was researching 7 months of 3 different checking accounts for the check numbers we paid with and printing off copies of the canceled checks that I could still find on line.

Daughter had scored at the thrift store on a nice matching set of dishes on Monday. We had taken the dishes we had been using out of the cabinet and boxed them up for the Sister Missionaries to take what they needed and then offer what's left to Freecycle or a thrift store. Nearly all of the "new to us" dishes were still on the counter waiting to be washed. So dinner was served on the picnic dishes.

It's such a good thing to teach children to cook. Granddaughter had made the meatloaf (her first meatloaf) and gotten it into the oven. I took some bread dough out of the refrigerator and made a quickie focaccia. Daughter made instant mashed potatoes and granddaughter put the green beans into the microwave. We had birthday cake left over from granddaughter's Sunday birthday. The dinner wasn't a fancy, but it was pretty tasty.

We didn't manage to finish the rug cleaning, as we were all too tired and emotionally wrung out to do more than clean up the rug machine and return it. Only one load of laundry got done, since the afternoon was taken up by getting the injury treated. So today I've had the kids running back and forth moving clothes from the washer to the dryer and bringing the laundry from the dryer into the living room so I can supervise the folding.

My bed felt wonderful when I climbed into it last night. Since I have fibromyalgia, I'm not doing all that well today after a day of high stress levels. If the usual pattern follows, I won't do well for about a week.

Of course granddaughter has a Young Women's activity at church tonight. It's her first official activity as a Young Woman, so it's pretty special. She's been excited about it for the past few days. Unfortunately the rest of the world runs on a later schedule than our early shift family. So, I'll probably be dragging again tomorrow.