3.45am, Wednesday 31st March
FF: Mum, I'm in a taxi on the way home. I think I've broke my arm
She has come out with numerous similar comments over the years.....
.....MUM!! I'M BLIND!!!....(shampoo in eyes)
....MUM!!! I'VE BROKE MY METATARSAL!!!.....(stubbed toe)
.....MUM!! I'VE GOT CRUCIATE LIGAMENT DAMAGE!!! (twisted knee)
.......and so on.....
......so I wasn't unduly worried......
.....until I saw it.
It swiftly became clear that, since her wrist was in one place and the rest of her arm was in another, my usual diagnosis/treatment of 'Run it under the cold tap and have two Panadols' was not going to be much help.
So, off to Casualty we went. Again. For the second time in two weeks.
It needed an operation to re-set it.
The Football Fanatic was not amused. There is only one thing on earth which strikes fear into her heart. General anesthetic.
So she did what any normal, sane person with a deformed arm would do in the circumstances.
She discharged herself.
Many, many hours of persuasion, a different hospital and a surgeon who had re-set Ryan Giggs' wrist later and she signed the consent form.
If only that were the end of the story.
The surgery was then cancelled FOUR TIMES during last week, which meant four days of starvation, four days of assuring her that yes, she really would wake up and four times of having to tell her that it wouldn't be tomorrow after all.
It was finally done on Sunday morning, by which time I felt like a bit of chewed string.
Anyway, it is done. Over. She woke up. Her arm is back in the right place, albeit held together with two wires and she is back home.
I plan to have an extremely boring week.
I deserve it.
And I have seen enough of these..........
....to last me a lifetime.
Thank you to everybody who was praying for her.
I have had a Mass said for your intentions.