My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging.
-Hank Aaron
That sweet boy of mine is out for the season. Last Friday night he came up to bat and doinked a shot to the second baseman. The runner coming from first was thrown out and I looked to see if my youngest would make it to first base safely. Didn't see him running down the line. I looked back toward home and there he was writhing on the ground by home. Trainers, umpires, and coaches surrounded him, blocking him from my view up in the stands. I sat, patiently, as I said to myself, "Get up, get up."
When he did rise, it was with the help of the coaches as they carried him to the dugout. That's when my husband and I headed down. Apparently when he swung the bat, he heard a pop, and when he turned to run, he went no where but down to the ground. Took a mule to get him to the car and the help of the policeman in the stands to get him in the backseat. I called our friends, the doctors, who said to bring him over to their house. (Always choose your friends wisely.) Diagnosis - torn Sartorius muscle. This muscle runs from your hip across your thigh to below the side of your knee. Ian tore his at the hip. Further scrutiny from doctor friend at his office (we do pay them on occasion) revealed that the muscle had taken some of the bone with it as it tore. So the boy is on crutches until new tissue grows to rejoin the pieces. Those crutches carry also his broken heart as he cheers for his team from the bench. Lessons of life.
Just another day in the life of having boys. When they were young I always heard "Nice to see you again, Mrs. Anderson" whenever we came into the emergency room. The glass repair man always said, "See you next time, Mrs. Anderson" when he left my house.
Anyway, been busy with that boy. Discovering the balance to this job gig while tending to my kids is kicking my butt. Working parents, I so salute you. I'd like to say that is the only aspect of this balancing act of working full-time, but more to come on that later this weekend.
When he did rise, it was with the help of the coaches as they carried him to the dugout. That's when my husband and I headed down. Apparently when he swung the bat, he heard a pop, and when he turned to run, he went no where but down to the ground. Took a mule to get him to the car and the help of the policeman in the stands to get him in the backseat. I called our friends, the doctors, who said to bring him over to their house. (Always choose your friends wisely.) Diagnosis - torn Sartorius muscle. This muscle runs from your hip across your thigh to below the side of your knee. Ian tore his at the hip. Further scrutiny from doctor friend at his office (we do pay them on occasion) revealed that the muscle had taken some of the bone with it as it tore. So the boy is on crutches until new tissue grows to rejoin the pieces. Those crutches carry also his broken heart as he cheers for his team from the bench. Lessons of life.
Just another day in the life of having boys. When they were young I always heard "Nice to see you again, Mrs. Anderson" whenever we came into the emergency room. The glass repair man always said, "See you next time, Mrs. Anderson" when he left my house.
Anyway, been busy with that boy. Discovering the balance to this job gig while tending to my kids is kicking my butt. Working parents, I so salute you. I'd like to say that is the only aspect of this balancing act of working full-time, but more to come on that later this weekend.
So sorry about your boy's injury!
ReplyDeleteThat is hard for a parent to witness...
But I'm sure he's made of strong stuff!
You had a couple questions on my blog the other day. I don't have access to your email address, so I answered it, there. (And you asked on today's posting...)
June is my personal Finish goal.
I'm finished writing the story.
I blocked 60-90 days to edit.
What kind of feedback do I seek?
I just wanted the thoughts of Readers...
The input has been wonderful.
I'm not looking for a full-blown edit.
Does that answer your questions?
Thanks for the great site!
peace,
Chuck
OMG! From swinging the bat?? I have been angst ridden for 3 years as my son stopped playing sports and opted instead to just surf big waves, skateboard, ride motorcross, and jump off high things into water. Boys push themselves to their limits no matter what they are doing I am thinking.
ReplyDeleteOMG, I can't even imagine tearing a piece of muscle, much less bone! I mean, how hard to you have to be swinging a bat to accomplish this? Poor thing. I guess he can still cook though, right? Tell him next time I go out to the lake, I'll be looking forward to a new dish! ;)
ReplyDeleteReally, though, I hope he heals fast. Poor thing sitting on the sidelines. I know how that is.
Hugs,
K*
My daughter's grown now, but this brings up a memory. I was always a single parent, even when I was married. For many years the only criteria for changing jobs was if they would agree to let me leave at any time if there was a problem with my daughter. I was lucky and found two that allowed me all the flexibility I needed.
ReplyDeleteI guess if I'd been writing then, I'd of had three jobs, like you. So I salute you!
From the age of birth to sixteen my daughter had one visit to A&E, my son? well that was another matter. His folder was so large that they had to tie it up with string. I had the feeling that everytime we visited Casulty it was just like visiting family.
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I am so sorry for your guy! Gosh I hated to see my kids get injured end up on the ground. I remember how it feels to sit there saying to your kid by osmosis, Get up, while wanting with every part of me to RUN to my child. Sending your family a hug...by osmosis :).
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter and I hope Ian isn't in too much pain!!
Omg! The pain!!! I feel so bad for him!
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter!
Do you have a zombie chicken? If not, you have one now!
ReplyDeleteGot my fingers crossed that my senior baseball player finished up his last two weeks without injury! Healing thoughts and prayers coming to yours. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, the balance act of being a caregiver, having a traveling husband, and 3 teen kidlets at home is enough to cripple a lesser person/parent. LOL. Take care of YOU.
Holy OWWwww! It took bone with it? It hurts just to type that. Hope he's on the mend.
ReplyDeleteChuck, Sorry I didn't realize I'd already asked those questions. Thanks for answering them here. Best of luck with your deadline. Admire that.
ReplyDeletePHST - Oh man, I don't think I'd have the guts to watch my son do all that. You are a brave woman.
Fragrant Liar - Ian says you are on for the next visit to the lake. He'll cook for you anytime. He made a roast lamb today for Easter. Most delicious.
Pamela: You say you were a single parent even when you were married. I think there are many who can appreciate that.
Margaret - Visiting family indeed. So funny - the large file tied with string. I can appreciate that.
ReplyDeleteTTTC-Yes, exactly the feeling - wanting to run down there and fighting to appear calm. Osmosis - get up - get up.
Jill- His pain is much better, today. Much relief.
Zombie Chicken? I am so thrilled. I can't imagine a better award. Thank you, thank you!
ReplyDeleteAngie- we can so compare notes. Best of luck to your son in this baseball season.
ReplyDeleteWWTW- He is on the mend. Amazing how well kids come back. I am happy for him. Youth does have its advantages.
Hi, just checking on your blog and I am sorry to read about that hurt. Hope it mends well. Paula xx
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