The Teen and his teammates were out there at - I kid you not - 5:30 a.m. for their first practice.
At about 6:30, the Teen was hit in the abdomen with a ball. He tells me that the ball can travel upwards of 80 mph. It's about the size and weight of a baseball.
After several phone calls throughout the day from the school nurse, it was determined that the swelling and bruising was getting worse and he needed to be seen.
At the E.R.
Which is where we spent the next 5 hours.
He had bloodwork, urinalysis, i.v. fluids, a CT scan... and lots of waiting in-between. He's going to be fine.
We had a nice time together, the Teen and I. We don't usually get a chance to hang out, just the two of us, anymore.
We played Words With Friends, watched Judge Judy and some of Kill Bill on the TV in his room, posted stuff on Facebook, and generally hung out together. It was nice.
Other than the fact that he was hurt and we were stuck in the E.R., that is.
We need to find a better excuse to do that from now on.
:-)
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