As I was cramming my way throught my textbooks today I got the call that every parent most fears:

“Hi, this is you son’s school calling, how are you?”

“Great, great.” (can you get to the point?)

“Okay, well, your son hurt his foot today…apparently he was kicking a wall at recess.”

“Hmm, oh dear.” (kicking a wall?!)

“Yes; the nurse has his foot on ice, and we’re not sure it’s broken, but we’re recomending x-rays.”

“Wow, okay, I’ll be there shortly.”

And so on.  I spent the next hour retrieving children from various locales, because I knew I’d best make any and all collections before we started on the real fun of the afternoon, then we put in three hours seeing various waiting rooms and radiology sitting areas.  Oh, and we saw a doctor or two.  We finished it all up just in time to catch the medical supply store as they were closing and make a quick pick-up of his brand-spanking-new crutches.

The jury’s still out as to whether the foot has a small break or is just badly sprained (x-rays come in tomorrow), but, really–kicking a wall?!