The story of a thumb...

Last week it was the incident of the black eye. This week the fractured thumb, the boy is a walking disaster at the moment!

He came home from school with a a slightly swollen thumb, the next day it was looking a bit black, he could bend it and he said it hurt a bit but didn't feel broken. This is what he said when he did his wrist, that time it took me 3 days before I decided he should perhaps see the doc.

Erring on the side of caution this time, I gritted my teeth and took him to the clinic. We have two clinics close by, the nice one with the English speaking doc, which is appointment only and rarely crowded.

The other place, which is always packed (mainly with people over the age of 70!) and it works on a first come, first served basis. I think the quickest I have ever been through there is 2 hours. Urgh.

We waited for what felt like forever - the Enka music didn't help and finally we saw the Dr who sent him for an x-ray.

Yes, it is fractured, thankfully they didn't plaster it, just put on a splint and bandaged it, plaster would have scuppered the golden week snorkerling plans for sure!

That is my drama for the week, I hope you have had a far less drama free week!