Today after work we head north, to the original Las Vegas -- New Mexico. Just me and the DH. He comes from up that way and we're going to the 4th of July Fiestas, but first, hopefully, breakfast with Beadnik after she gets done with her night shift at the hospital. Then we head to Colorado to visit my bro and friends for a long weekend.
And then week after next it's off to the OTHER Vegas for a work-related conference. Vegas is SO surreal. We're staying at a place where you can ride an actual gondola inside the hotel. I have to take Junior, oh yeah...poor thing, cause I can't leave him home four days while Papa goes to work so early... Junior is the adventurous type, so I know he is gonna love this. He even told me not to tell him anything about the hotel, he wants to be surprised.
IF he can walk, that is. Last night we let him go to an open gymnastics session with a couple of his kung fu buddies. He came home with a limp. I said, "What did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "WHAT did you do?" He said, "I don't know." I said, "Did you break something?" He said, "Yeah, my toe." I said, "I'm not taking you to the hospital." He said, "I'm not going to the hospital!"
Which might sound like a weird conversation, unless you back up a few years and add up all the ER, urgent care, and follow up visits I've been to with this kid. I mean, I hope this doesn't sound hard hearted, it's just that, things like broken toes don't phase you much after a facial injury or two, bloody cuts and dressing changes every 48 hours, concussions, and actual broken limbs that, unlike toes, can be set, splinted and, eventually, casted (I do prefer casts, cause I do know my son. This spring he went to a basketball camp with a boot on his healing broken foot and I figured he'd just be taking free throw shots, but NO, he's racing up and down the full court.)
So Junior climbed into bed and we propped him up with pillows, arnica, and an ice pack. We know the drill. Hopefully he'll be up and around enough today to pack up some clothes for his Tia's.
Which brings me back to the original Vegas. See, Nik is a nurse. And whenever Junior gets a new injury (I tell people, oh he's not uncoordinated, he's just 3 times as active...) I Google Chat with Nik about it, and she advises me whether to take him in or not. Which, in his mind, means a 5-hour minimum wait and possibly a nearly all-night trip to be told he's going to live after all. Which is why he was so emphatic about not going to the hospital. It's not that he wasn't in pain...it's just that he'd rather be in pain where there's cable TV and regular snacks. ;-)