Well, this weekend (Sat. night) D sprained his ankle.
He’s on crutches now, not crawling around on the floor, so what an improvement! I finally got him to go to the emergency room last night, because I was convinced that it was broken. He couldn’t stand on it at all, and it was VERY swollen and starting to turn red.
It was actually a pretty painless visit to the ER. I was afraid that we’d be there all night, but no, we were in and out in about an hour and a half. The last time I took him to the ER (someone had rear ended him) it took forever! Thankfully though, his ankle is not broken, but sprained, and they put it an in an immobilizer so he should be feeling better soon. The worst part of the ER visit was the shot, which D HATES! (Imagine if you will, a 6 foot 250lb extremely muscular man eyeing a needle nervously)