Friday night my dinner with Sandy was warm and comforting. I'd been pretty depressed since my meeting with the bankruptcy attorney the previous Thursday night and trying to keep it all in perspective. Life has been a roller coaster for so long now and I'm sort of getting used to the sudden drops and the occassional highs and all the dissapointments in between, except I'm done with being dissapointed in myself and am ready to just take this as a life lesson and move on. Friday though, wasn't such a great day. The idea of loosing my house, having to start all over....over what? It's hard to choke down some days.
I had a good long cry with Kristen on the phone, I almost didn't go to Sandy's because it seems like every time I've seen her this past summer I've pretty much been a total wreck. And I was doing fine until she asked me how I was doing, less than 10 minutes in the door. The tears started rolling and there was lots of hugging and reassurance. My friends are so great. She also ordered this amazing gourmet vegetarian meal, which totally blew my mind and nourished my body. After a glass of wine, a wonderful meal and lots of loving from a dear friend, I was so tired I could barely stand.
Slept like a baby and woke up bright and early to Max chasing the cat up and down the stairs and Kasha licking my face. For two minutes I almost fell back into the depression about the house and what this coming year could look like for me financially, but opted to push that aside and get up and enjoy my day. Max and I had breakfeast, took about an hour nap after and then go ready for Kim's bday party. Went downtown and had a great time at the Giggling Grizzly. Max can hardly contain his giggles over the name of this place, it's so cute. Like he's 5 or something. He had a huge hamburger and at least a pound of french fries. I had a delicious and spicy bloody mary and fun was had by all.
Kim, Max and Moi. Do not question the message of Kim's shirt, it's a Michigan thing and you can't understand unless you hang out with all these Michigan kids, which I do...and let's just say they take their sports VERY VERY seriously. Close to the frat boy level if you know what I mean....
Mandy and her husband showed up and we went over to The Falling Rock for yet more food and drinks and spent a few hours getting to know one another. What a sweet couple, I am really enjoying learning more about them. After, Max and I went home and seperated for a few hours. I went over to Kristen's and we chatted, then I went home and just chilled the rest of the night. Max and I were both in bed early.
Good times.
Sunday, slept in until about 9. Made breakfeast, before Max even finished crunching his toast he was out the door and to the skate park.
Flash forward to about 4 PM Sunday afternoon....Max comes in the door holding his hand up over his head, with a exruciating look on his face. I'm looking for blood. No blood. Except, his fingers aren't moving, his knuckles are the double the size they should be and he's cringing when I try to open his hand to ice it. I see little tears forming in his eyes and I know it's bad because I honestly don't remember the last time I saw Max cry.
ER here we come.
4 hours later: 1 failed series of xrays and another successfull one (after the vicodin finally kicked in, poor kid) which indicated no obvious fracture, but severe hyperextension in his first and middle finger, as well as a possible hairline in his hand. This is treated with a ginormous splint and vicodin w/ tylenol at night only.
Apparently he fell at the skate park and his fingers touched the other side of his arm. Ouch. No.
Little big man has his first official "battle scar" from his beloved BMX'ing, which he was quite proud of. Mom managed it all pretty well until Max cried during the xrays. I don't do well when he cries or is in pain.
Let it be known this injury occurred all in the name of a girl who hangs out at the skate park and was watching him ride AND that he is quite happy about all the nursing and sympathy he'll get from the girls at school today, since he is a little gimpy.
All in all, it was a great weekend though spending our Sunday evening in the ER wasn't exactly enjoyable, it could've been so much worse. I am so happy he is safe, ableit a little broken, safe nonetheless.
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