Follow Up Post

OK, this is post number 890.  Just in case anyone is counting, besides me.

I picked up The Boy in Park City today after a day of snow boarding, solo.  Genius Golfer dropped him up there this morning on his way to watch The Girl's swim meet at the gorgeous Davis Aquatic Center, so The Boy could board and now complain at how slow the swim meet was moving.  I had young women basketball all morning, so that was going to be any more fun than a slow swim meet for the poor kid, so he opted to board.

Apparently, he was doing his dangerous thing...including being the first one into the freshly groomed half-pipe this morning, since he was there early enough to be the first one in line for the lifts.  Anyway, he must have warn out his danger-card because at some point he crashed and bruised his tailbone, hit ice with his helmet (thank goodness he will wear one...and not give me grief about that) and knocked the wind out of his pride. 

He tried calling Dad at 11 AM...who, in the middle of an indoor swim, meet can't hear his phone.  I got done with the basketball stuff and was home at noon, when two minutes later the kid called me to come get him.  Not quite what I had planned, but he sounded next to tears, so I jumped back in the car and made it up there in an hour flat.  With no tickets, thankyouverymuch.  The Boy is fine, but his bum was sore.  Nothing a little stop for lunch at Wendy's couldn't fix.

While I was picking him up, however, I noticed that the thermometer in my car read a full 10 degrees warmer than it had been down in the valley.  The sky was blue and the air was clear too.  It smelled so good up there.  We have a winter phenomenon here called an "inversion" where all the pollution and cold air gets trapped in the valley and with a high pressure system parked over us, that yucky air is trapped here until the next storm comes by that is big enough to scour out the gunk.  We are due for one tonight.  After seeing the sunshine and blue skies, I think I am going to cheer for the storm to show up.

GG just got home a bit ago and said The Girl shaved a full second off her breaststroke time but her 500 yard freestyle was slow, almost equal to her very first time for that event.  Oh well.  We'll focus on the breaststroke improvementt and call it good.  I'm just hoping that her iPod didn't get stolen--her first one was at this same meet last year.  It was an expensive weekend for her last time.

The day or two before we left for California for Christmas, he went skiing with The Boy and our nephew, Garett.  The boys saw GG at some point hit a snow pothole and basically face plant it hard.  The boys thought it was funny, and GG was sore, but he always is after a day of skiing--crash or no crash.  We went ahead to CA and when we got home, he was still sore, like a possible broken rib.  So he went in to see the on-call doctor for our local family clinic.  X-rays showed nothing broken, but the doctor told GG that the tissue that holds the lungs inside the rib cage may have been injured and the damage brings on inflammation that would cause that kind of pain.  He was told to take 800 mg of ibuprofen and take it easy. 

He did that for a week or so, and it was still hurting--even more--so he went back this week to our regular family doctor.  Sure enough, that was his diagnosis too, but he gave GG a prescrition for some steroid to bring the inflammation down faster, along with a muscle relaxer to keep the spasms at bay and good, strong pain killer--that, of course, he doesn't like to take, but that is his choice.  He is moving, but feels miserable.  Keep GG in your prayers that he can heal quickly, and be back to normal.  He is stiff and sore each morning trying to get out of bed, and if he starts coughing (with this air quality, it happens to the best of us) it is incredibly painful.   He is not a good patient, as he expects himself to heal as quickly as the kids forgetting, of course, that he is 40-something years old and his body doesn't like to be beat up like this.

I've got a full week coming up--funny how that happens so quickly after a long holiday break. But so far, as the rest of us are healthy, sore bums aside, it is a good thing this time of year.  Seeing the sun, however, sure made me anxious for spring.  I can keep hoping it will come quickly--though I know it is only January.  Dangit.