THE HUMERUS IS NOT SO HUMOROUS

Welp. All of Rae’s busted lips, cuts, scrapes, sprained wrist and other countless injuries over the past five years have prepared her for this moment.

She done broke her arm. Well, fractured it.

Saturday night, the girls were having the pillow fight of a lifetime. One thing led to another and she fell onto the floor.

That’s it.

Not the most riveting tale of how a bone was broken, but it suits her.

She broke it at seven o’clock, nearly time for her to get jammied up and brush her teeth.

I didn’t think it was broken. How could it be? She fell, what, two feet? But, an hour later I noticed her arm was completely swollen and very warm.

I decided to ignore the late hour and head for the emergency room.

We would spend a total of five hours there. The girls were so patient. Not a single complaint between the two of them. No one asked for food or muttered so much as an, “I’m tired.” They really were incredible.

By the time 2 A.M. rolled around, we were all beyond slap-happy, starving, and dreaming of sleeping in our own beds until noon (Rae nearly did!). They dismissed us and Rae got to wear a temporary cast home.

We had to wait to see the orthopedic surgeon (she did not need surgery) until after the holiday weekend. They got us in right away. Lady was pretty stoked about her new, hopefully pink, cast!

She inherited my award-winning posture. Proud momma over here.

She wished she would get a silly doctor, and she did! The silly doctor was so impressed with how well she did.

Because of the fracture’s location, we have to take extra care of her delicate, beautiful wittle arm. They rigged up this strap situation since her previous sling was rubbing against her neck in a not-so-nice way.

She’s ready for signatures!! She even wants to sign it herself, ha!