Still feeling a little down, watching my daughter over-compensate for her pain. She is trying to be as brave as she can through all this. At work today, I had a kind of psycho-empathic dissociation from my duties at work, responding to the "imaginary" pain I felt for her.
Yesterday, she fractured her radius and ulna, just above the wrist, after falling off her bike onto concrete. We spent two hours in the emergency room last night, getting X-rays, light kiddy meds for pain, a temporary cast to get through the night and filling out paperwork and getting a "full" set of recommendations upon how to make our way past the next few days. Then another half hour getting through the line at the twenty four hour pharmacy.
The fact that parts of me are almost completely used up, while other parts of me are just getting into a major high gear is going to make sleep difficult for a second night in a row.
I feel for my daughter.
