Thursday, October 9, 2008

It Rains It Pours

I was babysitting and cleaning the kitchen and starting lunch for the little girls when the phone rang. I am always tempted to ignore the phone when the caller ID says "unknown caller," but I have learned that I ignore it at my own peril. Of course, I answer it at my own peril as well. No doubt about it, even in the age of caller ID, answering the phone is a crap shoot. But I digress.

The stove was sizzling, the water was running, the microwave was beeping, the little girls were crying (and I wasn't far from it myself), and suddenly the phone was ringing. I took a chance and answered it, and there was M!

Normally that is cause for sheer delight, but this time... It was the hesitation and the tone of voice and my instant gut feeling, but *something* was wrong. It was another one of those "Mom, I'm OK" calls I got from S not so long ago.

This one said, "Mom I broke my nose. I'm going to the hospital to have it set at 3:00." Oh, no, nooo, NOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I see a disturbing pattern developing here, and I am hating boxing more and more by the minute (Is that even possible?). M was supposed to have had almost a week to recuperate from his not-quite-dislocated jaw before his next graded bout, but today he got pulled to make up the bout he missed while debating at Smith College a couple of weeks ago.

He had a few minutes to talk, and he informed me he is absolutely determined to finish this class, even if it means...well, what more could it mean now? A concussion? I hate to even imagine. But I am with him. Dropping out, or being dropped by the doctor, even at this late date, with only one 2-minute bout to go, would mean he would have to take the whole nine-week class all over again. It would mean his non/dislocated jaw and his broken nose didn't even count, and that just isn't happening if he has any say whatsoever about it. Two more minutes of excruciating pain vs. nine more weeks of misery and agony...well, there's really no contest.

Next stop Keller Hospital. He was in and out of there so fast, my head was spinning. 3:00 appointment and he was calling at 3:40 to say he was already out. The doctor numbed his face a bit (but not enough) and manhandled his nose back into place; then offered him a splint for his nose (?) even while commenting that he didn't think it would help any, so that was easy enough to turn down. After all, he is going to debate at Harvard tomorrow, and how geeky would that look?!

So. Here's the prognosis: "If you can't breathe in three or four months, come back to discuss possible surgery." And meanwhile, the doctor was kind (well, kind-ish) enough to put him on profile, meaning that he will be allowed/ordered to wear a cage for his last two minutes of hell graded boxing next Tuesday. And that will be that. As far as boxing, that is. Still to come: military movement, close quarters combat , knife-fighting (ACK!!!), unarmed combatives, and who knows what other evil surprises lurking in the shadows.

The hits just keep on coming....

6 comments:

Just Say No to Cardinals said...

the appointment was actually at 3.30.

surprisingly enough, in the backed up army hospitals and such, i got there around 3.10, was seen at 3.20, and was out of there by 3.40. i was impressed.

grammaw marina said...

I would be so dosed up on advil before during and after that boxing stuff, i wouldn't know a thing.

jlbo1981 said...

It just never seems to get any better does it? But hey, the good news...2 minutes, in the scheme of things 2 minutes vs 9 weeks, yup 2 minutes, easy for me to say though huh? I am with ya girlfriend, holding your hand, holding my breath, counting down.

thedomesticfringe said...

Sorry...hope all heals well.

Marytoo said...

Thank you! I will be sooooo thankful when the next/last two minutes is over. That will be Wednesday, I believe. I will be on my knees... wearing holes in them probably. You are all welcome to join me, of course...

MyAwesomeOliveShoots said...

I remember when my OS would call and I would be praying he didn't get his nose broke! I'm glad he told you he was "ok" before he continued the rest of the conversation. I've learned that unknown caller can mean my cadet is calling.