Nick was running down a hill this morning, coming home after a camp-out, when he fell and broke his ankle in two places. He's in a splint right now and wrapped to above his knee in bandages to keep the leg from moving. He's in some pain. He's goes to an orthopedic surgeon on Tuesday. He won't get a cast put on until his swelling subsides. He's learning to deal with crutches, and I'm learning to deal with helping to care for a person with broken bones. Right now, he's in his room with his leg propped up.
He is the first person in our family to break a bone, at least a bone that needs to be set (I broke a toe many years ago). Of course, this happened days after our primo, high-quality insurance ran out and our new, more modest insurance began. And of course, this happened as soon as we moved from a major metropolitan area to an isolated rural area. So this will cost us more and mean more travel than if it had happened in Columbia, but that's OK as long as Nick gets good care.
On the bright side, the staff nurse and our school business manager, who used to be a nurse, have lots of good advice and are able to give us information on local doctors, as are other people from the school.
We're also dealing with trying to solve a flea infestation problem for our renter. We had the house bombed with lethal chemicals, but the flea eggs won't all die right away. Our tenant wants the problem to be solved (as I can understand) more quickly than nature allows, and we wish we could make the fleas all disappear instantly, but we were blindsided by this problem, which we had no idea existed, and are doing our best. I can thoroughly understand how she's not thrilled, but also understand that things happen. So if you would please pray for us or hold in the light ...
And if you have any advice, either on broken ankles or fleas, I am all ears. Thanks.