Category Archives: sports injury

really, I’m better…

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My daughter is still in her sling and brace after breaking her collar bone (read more about it here and here).  She is healing well, but having a very difficult time remaining still and not using her arm.  I want her to stay still so she does not re-injure herself.  Not too much to ask, right?

Before her injury she had soccer and basketball almost every day of the week.  She has an incredible amount of energy and needs it directed somewhere.

Right now, she can move her arm, she’s in no pain… basically, she thinks she is fine.

Now, I see just how much she needs the energy outlet.  She can’t sit still.  She thinks her collar bone is fine and wants to jump off the diving board, run in the rain (normally, quite fun – but I’m envisioning her slipping and falling), play soccer, swim, and carry small children.

I’m mentioning the “carry small children” part because that is just what happened the other day at a Railhawks soccer game.

Her team was asked to play on the field during halftime.  She couldn’t play because of her injury, but she walked with her team to the field and stood on the side to watch.

I look across the field to where she is standing and she is holding a small child.  I am trying to picture in my head how she picked up this little person with one arm.

She is literally on the other side of a full soccer field, so I can’t yell at her to put down the kid – she wouldn’t hear me.

When she got back to our seats I asked her if she was holding a little kid with her broken collar bone and she says…

“I wasn’t holding him, he was sitting on my sling.”

Sigh.

 

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swim team, anyone?

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I am a total fan of swim team… not all my friends are.

I love when my kids are interested in something. Anything. And, when we sign up… there is no complaining, no skipping practices, and no quitting.

If you sign up to be a part of a team – your team needs you. They may not be able to to play the game or win the meet without you.

That said. Swim team is a huge commitment. I understand why some people shy away from it.

The kids have practice every single night. This is not a big deal to me. We are at the pool anyway (every single night) for enjoyment. When one of the kids has to pop over to swim practice, it’s not a big deal. They practice and then have a little more fun before we go home.

Also, there is a meet… every single Tuesday night. Starting tonight until mid-July… every Tuesday night is booked. All night (not joking). We bring dinner.

Swimmers arrive at 5 pm and we don’t get home until after 10 pm (sometimes even later).

Volunteers are a huge part of any swim team. It wouldn’t work without volunteers. There are:

  • Timers
  • Stroke Judges
  • Kid Pushers
  • Turn Judges
  • Hospitality
  • Clerk of Course
  • Ribbon Distributor
  • Scorers
  • Timers
  • Time Recorders
  • Ribbon Sorter (that’s me!!)

Yes, I sort the ribbons (thousands of ribbons) for our swim team. It takes me hours, but I’ve got it down to a fine art (can there be a fine art of ribbon sorting?). It takes me a very, very long time, but I’d rather sort ribbons in air conditioning than stand up all night timing the races. I am able to enjoy every meet from the sidelines with my 5 year old (and 11 year old this year – since she has a broken collar bone).

Some of my friends can’t imagine going to the pool every day and attending every swim meet. To us, it’s fun.

Not only is swim team great exercise for the kids – it’s social time for parents and kids both.

The kids have a total blast. There are lots of Sharpie Marker drawings on swimmer bodies… “eat my bubbles” for example. There are lots of snacks. And, my husband usually picks up a pizza – good times (aren’t we exciting?).

My kids ask to join swim team each year. I am more than happy to oblige. If we sign up – they will attend everything, get lots of exercise and they will hopefully have tons of fun in the process.

Photograph was taken of my two swimmers in all their “swim gear” before the broken collar bone incident. Hopefully, she will be able to swim by the end of the season (read about her swimming in a sling here). In the meantime, we have one great little swimmer to root for – starting tonight!

i feel better already…

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So, I am feeling worried and a little anxious.  My daughter went to the doctor today to have her collar bone looked at, again.  It’s a good doctor that comes highly recommended.  He is being very thorough and is going to see her again next week.  He said they are being cautious because it’s such a bad break.

This is my daughter’s first day back at school since she broke her collar bone.  She has been at home with me and I have, hopefully, taken care of all her needs and wants all week.

I went back to work today and my husband brought our little broken person to the doctor for her appointment.  I hate getting any doctor’s information second-hand and I am sure my husband hates delivering it to me.  But, he humored my many questions and tried to answer them patiently.   I annoyed him with texts throughout the appointment with things to ask, not to forget, etc…

At one point I texted to him “I hate not being there.  Wahhh” (that is me crying via text) and he wrote back “I hate being here.  Wahhh.”  His text literally made me laugh out loud – I needed that!

I was still feeling a little down, so I decided to Google “what to do when worried.”   I thought it would give me a list of little “pick-me-ups” or ideas to overcome worry.   Not the case.

If you Google “what to do when worried” you get a list of things that you would actually need to worry about:

  • What to do if you’re worried about your fertility
  • What to do if you’re worried a child is being abused
  • What to do if you’re worried, S. Africa battles to keep blackouts at bay

And the top hit on Google was (not joking)

  • What to do?  Worried?  Scared?  Symptoms that you’re having a gallbladder attack

So, I guess I’m worried simply because it’s my daughter’s first day back at school and my first day back at work after a terrible injury to someone I love.  And, it’s okay to feel worried and a little down.

Now, I need to thank goodness that I don’t have to worry about my fertility, S. African blackouts, child abuse, and a gallbladder attack.  I am very grateful that none of those things are on my list of worries!

Thanks to Google for my list of little “pick-me-ups.”

Photo taken April 24, 2012“knock-out roses”