Splint

Ian's visit to the doctor was a (what's that word that means the feeling of a build-up to something fantastic, then a let down because something turned out to not be as fantastic as you thought it was going to be?) Anyway,

(It's only one word, words are handy that way, only one word to save me so much typing...) anyway, ( I think it starts with an A). anyway... Yup, brain cramp. It's struck me again. (Anyway... anyway,)

The last doctor had him on pins and needles, thinking about pins and needles, and this doctor tells him, "Nah, You dodged a bullet!"

Now we're talking bullets?

Anyway...

He 's just fine. The bones are fractured but not displaced and the wrist is chipped, but most people can live very long and health filled lives with a chipped wrist. What do you need an unchipped wrist for anyway?

So he recommended a splint. Not a cast, that would be less painful. And it would not be mobile enough. Instead let's grant the boy some of the long-awaited and anticipated pain and order him to perform daily therapy on the wrist out of the split and then cram it back into the splint for protection at school and for sleeping.

Six weeks of this and he should be good as new.

No pins, no needles, no scars...

The teen is moribund.

The parents are relieved.

...

what is that word.

Anyway, everyone thanks for the prayers and caring.

Anticlimatic?