Thursday, December 06, 2012

Two Arms Again

When it comes to the cast situation, we couldn't have been luckier. It hasn't really seemed to bother Curtis at all. He did try to use it as a way to get out of taking baths, but to no avail. (He actually ended up being pretty excited about wearing the plastic bag on his arm while he was in the tub.)

I'm also glad he had it on in the winter, when we're in the house most of the day, so we didn't have to deal with having a cast during soccer season or him shoving sand or rocks or whatever in there.

After a short three weeks, we headed back up to Primary Children's today to have the cast taken off.

He was less anxious about being there this time and had a little fun looking at the fish in the foyer and all the airplane pictures on the wall in the waiting room. He was even a good sport about having his x-ray taken (he got to wear a zebra print X-ray apron; I was left with the leopard print).

Things weren't so great when the nurse came in to actually take the cast off.

"It's just going to sound a little loud like a vacuum," she said about the electric saw.

Curtis, who hates loud noises (even when they're made by his favorite monster trucks) was not amused. Here are the various stages of his agony.

About two minutes later, the cast was off and it was as if the whole thing never happened.

On the way back to the parking lot, Curtis insisted we stop at the fountain and that Traci give him a coin to throw in.

"Curtis," I said, "You get to make a wish when you throw a coin into a fountain."

He looked me straight in the eye--and then turned and threw the coin directly into the rocks.

Yep, everything is back to normal.

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