Well our kiri is getting on.
Her arm is still a rainbow of bruises and quite swollen. Her mom got her a little beanbag pillow to rest the arm on, and that has made her a fair bit more comfy. She had to go back to the doctor because she was starting to get an infection where one of the screws for the stabilizer thing go into her arm. She has ten days of a very high powered antibiotic and it is much better already. Here are a couple of pictures of the sort of thing she has on her:
She is on hydrocodone for pain, so she is a bit loopy most of the time. Girl has no pain tolerance whatever, so I fret about the amount of the stuff they are giving her and the long term nature of the script. Pain is bad, but this is a big prescription and she will take every last bit on the short schedule.
No word from the doctor yet on PT. Just reminding kiri to bend her elbow and wiggle her fingers.
Special Olympics was last Monday (Ash was not very interested, and rather cranky, so we went home early), and grandma came along with great-grandma. Since kiri cannot drive for six weeks (which is going to make her _very_ cranky), they ran us around to try and do as much of the shopping we might need for the next six weeks as we could. Ash's great-gramma is a sweetie, and a quilter! She was bemoaning the fact that she is the last surviving member of her quilt group. Made me wish I could pop over to Toledo now and again to quilt with her. They also brought along a rocking horse that grandma had special made for Ash. He has outgrown one horse and ridden another to pieces. This one is Amish-made of oak, so I expect it will hold up to his wild gallops, and it is big enough that a small adult could rock on it. The horses are rather hard on his quilts. He is terribly fond of his quilts and afghans. The afghans are often used to wrap bears and things, but the quilts get harder use. He will pick one and spread it out on the floor, taking great pains to make sure it is perfectly flat, then the horse is placed in the middle of it and he rocks madly, taking occasional breaks to straighten the quilt or reposition the horse. DH has even learned the pattern names and occasionaly makes comments like "Lad is chasing down the snail trail" or "I see he is steering his hippocampus through the ocean waves" When Ash is done with his ride, the quilt is sometimes pressed into service as a horse blanket. Though sometimes the horse is "left to graze" (another DHism) on the quilt and covered with an afghan.
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