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I have now been a recipient of "the dreaded phone call", and not the one from a bill collector that I've been dodging. I mean the one that makes your heart drop and then beat out of your chest. The one that makes your mouth go dry and leaves you stammering in disbelief. It was the one from the school to tell me that my boy was hurt. They explained that he had hit his head on a table in the classroom, and could I come and pick him up? I was there in 5 minutes, but nothing prepared me for what I was to see. Preston was sitting in a chair in the office with an ice pack on his head. When he saw me, he started to cry, and removed the ice pack so I could see. He had a "goose egg", the actual size of a large chicken egg, hanging off of his forhead, turning more and more purple by the second. I had to swallow hard for fear of puking all over my shoes. It looked horrible.

I immediatelly took him to the urgent care here. They were so nice. We were seen right away. The doc gave a very thorough exam and then ordered a series of skull x-rays. P. thought that was cool and he got to ride in a wheel chair which he thought was wicked cool. Imagine, your kid in a wheel chair. I was offering prayers to anyone who would listen that he would be ok, and that I'd never have to see that image again. It was awful. At the same time, I am so blessed that my kids are healthy and that this in fact WAS our first urgent care run.

Today, the swelling has gone down considerably, although, it is a nasty mix of beautiful colors. I am preparing a note for his teacher to keep her updated on his events last night, as I'm sure knowing my son, he will be full of fascinating tales from the urgent care.

As for me, I'm hanging in there. This is the reason I got a cell phone, and also the reason that I can't go back to work full time.
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