Checking In

It's been a while.  Not much going on ....

Except ...

The flu is back. Underneath that blanket is a sick Eric.  It's been a cyclic flu season.  Seems Eric gets better for a week or so and then he gets sick again.  Eric is not happy that his sick times have coincided with Christmas break and weekends.  So far, he's not missed much school.  

Woody has a broken leg and ....

 . . . so does Jack! 

(casted Woody courtesy of Jack's nurse, Kristi)

As I've mentioned in the past, Jack's bones are very fragile and it doesn't take much to cause a break.  We took Jack directly to his orthopedic doc instead of going through the ER and, initially, I wasn't happy when he didn't cast him.  He was just going to send us home without anything until I mentioned that Jack needed some support when he is transferred from his bed to chair.  He gave us an ill-fitting splint, but it seems to be doing the job.  I emailed Jack's neurologist and asked her if it was common to not cast breaks for non-weight bearing kids.  She reassured me that fractures are common in kids like Jack and that it's typical to only splint - not cast.  Jack is on the mend and isn't in any pain (provided we are very careful with his leg).  Unfortunately, breaks are a big concern with Jack and, no doubt, there will be more in the future.  

We closed out this weekend watching a great Super Bowl game. I'm not necessarily a fan of the Packers, but I'm definitely not a fan of the Steelers, so I was happy with the outcome. :)  

a birds-eye view of everyone watching the game

 

(my dad had his hand on Jack the entire time he was sitting next to him -- very sweet)

I'm heading to Columbus, Ohio next weekend to visit my friend Anne.  I'm not so sure about the timing, Columbus in February = snow.  Hopefully there won't be any weather delays.  

That's the update from here. Thanks for checking in!

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This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

(George Bernard Shaw)