Two days ago The Girl was in her (beginning) swimming class at college, where they were practicing their flip turns. The Girl was being the super-smarty-pants that she is and was doing the advanced-level flip turn coming into the wall on her back and somehow flipping to do breaststroke. She has done this kind of wonky turn in her IM for some time, so she knew what she was supposed to be doing, and how.
This time, however, she was coming into the wall like it was some Olympic trials so something and she underestimated the distance, or her speed, or both and smacked her hand HARD on the top of the cement wall. When she called that night she thought it might be broken.
Just what we need, I thought. But then I remember she has access to the university health center. So I suggested that she get down there and see if a nurse could look at it and tell if she should have it x-rayed. I also asked if she had a home teacher or "FHE brother" that could give her a blessing. Yes. She has both and had already asked for a blessing a few weeks ago when the cold she got the first week of August still wouldn't leave her alone.
She told met hat SuperKate, her adorable roommate, would take her to the health center on campus in the morning if her hand wasn't feeling any better. In the meantime, I told her to ice it and try to get some sleep.
Yesterday while I was at work, she texted me to say that the hand doesn't seem broken. The RN at the health center told her that the bruising was quite severe, however, so the swelling was from that. She was told to ice it and take some ibuprofen and if it wasn't better in another day or two, to come back and they could x-ray it.
At least she go tit checked out. With this nasty cold she'd had since August, she barely went to have it check in the middle of September. That girl. Good crud.
And, just for the record, I'd like to remind everyone that she did this in a BEGINNING swimming class, of all places. Only The Girl. Crazy.
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