released

My sweet sassy Rachel got the all-clear from her Dr this morning. She's pretty pumped.

"released from what? what are you talking about?"

Oh yea, that's right. She has no clue what that means. It is true that a broken elbow didn't slow her down at all. I don't think she has even noticed it since she got her cast off. She has bounced back so well. Even when she had the cast on & pins in, it didn't slow her down at all.

I have learned there are many advantages to having such an injury so early in life. (Well, advantages in the sense that it would suck royally to break an elbow at age 30.) The first being that she doesn't even think twice about it now. Whereas, if I broke my elbow you better believe I would be favoring that arm probably for the rest of my life. And she most certainly doesn't favor it at all. I was amazed & equally horrified when she crawled on all fours the day after she had her pins out. Do I even have to say how hard it was not to react to that? The Dr said just let her do what she is comfortable with, evidently that next day she felt well enough to put weight on it & crawl around on my bed.

Another advantage, I don't think she even remembers being the hospital at this point. Whereas, I remember every non-drug-induced-sleeping moment of my hospital stay in March. That was some scary shiz & it is going to stick with me, friend. But Rachel, psssh. I aske dher today "do you remember going to the hospital" - she said "that hospital" talking about the Drs office. I was just like "yep, that one". She doesn't know. I'm happy that she doesn't remember.

I thank God that she has healed so well & so quickly. Her "released" status certainly has me relieved.