TUESDAY

When picking Noah up from school, he told me he twisted his right foot when he stepped in a hole while running during PE.  He was nervous.  He said it hurt but he was okay; he was just worried it would get worse.  About 8 o’clock that night, after his shower, Noah stepped over the side of the tub onto the bath rug and his foot completely gave out on him.  He couldn’t stand on it at all, was in a lot of pain, and in fact sat on the edge of the tub for about 15 minutes before getting up, getting dressed and coming to us.  He stood at the top of the stairs, ashen faced, told us what happened, and wouldn’t come down.  He just went straight to his room.  We could see from his face and his body language it wasn’t good.

WEDNESDAY

1. Noah got ready for school, hopping around the house, and while I was finishing up what I was doing he sat down on the chair in the living room and put his foot up.  Hot Joe walked in the house then, having forgotten something for work.  He saw Noah with all of his school supplies, clearly uncomfortable, and asked me, “Are you kidding?  You’re sending him to school like that?”  I said, “Well he has homework due.”  Hot Joe replied, “Then put on a hat and drop it off yourself.”  So now I felt awful because not only was I about to send my injured and hurting child to school just so he could turn in his homework, apparently I was also having hair issues.  Noah remained on the chair, foot elevated and iced (as per Hot Joe), and an appointment was made with an orthopedist.
2. At noon, while working, I lost internet access.  Frustrated, because I also lost the job I was working on, I picked up the phone to call Time Warner and find out what happened.  Only there was no dial tone.  My pulse quickened and I asked Noah to turn on the TV.  Everything was out.  When I called from my cellphone I got a recording telling me everything is out, they don’t need to talk to me, they’re working on it.  They worked for 7 hours before it all came back.
3. Last week Bank of America called to tell me they were concerned my Visa debit card may have been compromised.  They checked my most recent purchases, which I confirmed, but they stopped the card anyway.  It was my blue card for my joint accounts with Hot Joe.  I got my new card a few days ago and decided to call them (on my cellphone of course) to tell them they sent me the wrong card – the red one.  The red one is for my personal checking which has $50 in it for paying State Farm.  The guy explained it was for the correct account, and impatient with the whole thing I just told him I’d keep it.  The picture made me look thinner anyway.
4. Next stop the orthopedist’s office for an exam and x-rays.   The whole time the doctor thinks this is the same ankle Noah broke in October.  Of course no fracture can be seen (never can on the first visit) and he blames the first orthopedist for not giving Noah physical therapy after his break and now his tendons are weak and can’t hold the foot together.  He diagnosed Noah with an acute on chronic foot and ankle sprain, put in him a cast, strictly non weight bearing because you NEVER KNOW for sure and tells us to come back in 2 weeks. 
5. I went to pay towards the $250 deductible before leaving the doctor’s office, and my new card was declined.  I about screamed.  Seriously.  What’s next?  I wrote her a check and found out later she just ran it wrong, entering the security code incorrectly.
6. At dinner we realized it was the other ankle Noah broke last time, so there’s no excuse for his ‘whatever’ injury this time.   Is he easily breakable?  Brittle bones?  The poor kid has a pool party and a school dance he’s going to miss.  He’s crutching around school with his classes spread apart carrying a heavy backpack.  He can’t buy lunch anymore on Fridays and he lives in a home with stairs leading up from the garage and up to his bedroom.  And his foot hurts and he can’t wear his skinny jeans for two weeks.  ANY jeans for two weeks.

It was a pretty bad day yesterday.  Wine helped.

Silver lining:  Remember last week I was moaning and groaning that Noah doesn’t get to play soccer because there just aren’t enough players and now I’m waiting for my $150 refund?  I wouldn’t have gotten the refund if he had made the team.