My poor husband is such a trooper and took me to the hospital and now has the kids at the beach while I lie on the couch.
My toe was angled very badly the wrong way. I may have screamed the following...
' get up!!'
' I've broken it!!!!'
' get some ice!!'
' the one that's at right angles to my foot!'
' we need to get to the hospital!'
' what colour is it? They might have to cut it off!..aaahhhhh'
I hate the generalisation that kids with asd lack empathy. T1 wrote me a sweet get well note and T2 wanted to stay home from the beach ' to look after mummy!'
My eldest ( neuro typical) was the kind hearted 12 year old he always is (well most of the time:)).
That's it for now. I have a high tea with my mil booked in this arvo. Until then I'll lie on the couch.
Have you broken your toe?
How long until you could run?