On Friday afternoon, while I was flying across the Pacific Ocean on my way home from Japan, Landon, so excited to see his Dad on the school playground, performed a cartwheel (of sorts) down a hill, and took a bad fall onto his shoulder and head. Sean brought him home whimpering, and offered him some ice. When Landon moved to try to take off his shoes, he started crying. Sean took a look at his collarbone, and said he immediately knew it was broken. Sean face-timed with his friend, James, who is an ER doctor, and he confirmed: "it looks broken, you should take him to the ER". So, Sean and Landon took their first trip to the hospital together.
Sean said Landon was super tough at the hospital, and so brave. A few exams, a set of X-Rays, a Popsicle, and a sling later...and this big guy was discharged with instructions to rest, restrict movement, ice it, and see his pediatrician on Monday morning.
Needless to say, when Sean called me right when I landed at SFO, I was a bit of a wreck, but made it through customs and Friday night traffic surprisingly well to just beat them home.
Can't believe that Sean and I have made it a combined 66 years without ever breaking a bone...and our little LRG didn't even make it 4! Here's hoping the recovery is fast, and mostly painless (for us all).
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