He was working in the chicken houses yesterday and got his hand slammed in the door. I shudder to think about it. The fans in the chicken houses are all running which creates quite a suction, plus the wind was blowing and poor Kyle was leaning in to pick up a bucket while holding on to the door frame when the door slammed. He went ahead and finished his work before he told us about it. Everybody took turns giving their diagnosis...it could be broken, it might just be bruised, however we all agreed that it must have really hurt. I finally decided that it needed to be x-rayed. If you look at the x-ray, the lower knuckle on the pinky finger it has a fracture in it.
The emergency visit was long and drawn out. It wasn't the worst thing in the world though. Rodney and Taylor waited out in the waiting room while I went back with Kyle. After the initial examination we had to do quite a bit of waiting before they took him back for the x ray. This was a nice quite time for Kyle and I. Kyle was sitting on the little exam bed in his camo overalls with his poor little hand in his lap and he and I were talking quietly to each other. We talked about emergency room visits of the past, old injuries and how much they hurt. Then we got bored and played tic-tac-toe on the back of an old grocery list. Kyle had to play with his left hand and we laughed about the form his x's and o's were taking. It was nice to have this time alone with him, sometimes I forget what a lovely son I have. Then we played a horrible little game called "odd or even". This is a game where you take turns yanking hairs out of each others arm and then guessing if the number of hairs were odd or even. If your right, then you get to be the yanker...if you are wrong you get more hairs pulled. We didn't play that for long.
Anyway, they sent us home with Kyle's arm in a splint and instructed us to get an appointment with an orthopedist. Hopefully we can get in sometime next week.