Gimme a Break!

I have been wanting to plow through the rest of my photos from Pac Crest and finish my race report on the whole event weekend there. But it seems that life has had other plans, and hopefully I'll get to it during tomorrow's holiday...

First off, in yesterday morning's karate class, I inadvertantly broke the nose of my good friend's daughter! We were practicing a bunkai (application) for the kata Aoinagi, and I performed the bunkai (a throw) with my partner at the same time as the person next to me threw his partner and our partners collided, leg to face. She was so stoic about it, I didn't really know she was injured until she started bleeding. Ouch! So she will be getting that fixed up this week.

And then this afternoon, my son was doing a little dancing jig for joy over the fact that hubby picked him up his own cell phone (apparently a major rite of passage these days) and he managed to fall and break his arm! We got back from the doctor's office about 10:00 tonight, and it looks like we will have an appointment with an orthopedist on Monday after some of the swelling goes down. Again, my big guy was so stoic that I didn't really grasp how badly he was injured until I saw that he was pale and clammy. The X-rays looked to me like the bone was a bit telescoped, so I'm not sure if it will be a simple set or something more involved, but I'm hoping for the former. I told him I'll be the first to sign his cast.

I guess in a sense though I've gotten off easy for a very long time. I gave my own parents hell in this regard, constantly getting injured - broken bones, dozens of stitches, and a couple concussions thrown in there for good measure. So to go almost 11 years without a cast or a stitch has been pretty remarkably good luck for an offspring of mine. Still, any good thoughts you can think for my poor son would, I'm sure, be very appreciated. I am especially hoping for it just to be a basic break and nothing too involved.