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A Cracking Easter

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again!

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not have been braver than my nine year old nephew ‘Bob’ yesterday.

Bob, his sister and his mum and dad have been vising us and we’ve all been having a glorious time in stunning weather. But yesterday Bob took a nasty tumble on the trampoline and fractured his arm, rather badly.

The medics may have routinely drawn a big arrow on his arm to indicate where the damage was (Bob had two hours of surgery on his arm  late last night) but take our word for it, there was no mistaking that he had broken it, the moment we saw it.

Bob's broken arm -1

Joe heard it break as Bob fell, and in a masterful moment of understatement, Bob then stood up on the trampoline and  announced ‘my elbows moved!’ Well yes, your arm is bent in a different place than it is supposed to be.

So it wasn’t down to the kings horses or men, it was down to the NHS to put Bob back together again which they did with skill and kindness. He is now, in more ways than one, a man of steel, with a pin holding one bone back together and a plate the other. He bounced back out of hospital this morning in time for a pub lunch.

Here he is, waiting for his well earned lunch, modelling his cast, hospital ID and his cousin Tom’s shirt, the only thing other than a school shirt we could find that was front fastening.

Bob's broken arm  2-1

I think we grown ups, are all in agreement; that we would have shed more tears than Bob, made more of a song and dance about it* and would have been flattened by the general anaesthetic.

* I think I would have passed out if it had been my arm.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

12 thoughts on “A Cracking Easter

  1. Poor fellow! Glad he’s on the mend. He sounds like a brave little soldier. I’m generally very calm in a crisis, and very stoic. It’s afterward that I’m a big baby. Partly not my fault, though. I’m allergic to all the good pain meds like morphine, and the synthetic opiates.

  2. Here I thought Bob’s your uncle, and in fact he’s your nephew 😉 It just figures when you are all having a wonderful time, that something like this happens. What a brave soul to go through that long surgical procedure, but he’ll definitely having something to show his school mates after the Easter ‘break’! Hopefully he’s right handed so that he will be able to carry on somewhat. Wishing him a speedy recovery!

  3. Youngsters like Bob seem to be far more resilient when accidents like this happen! xx

  4. Poor Bob. Been there, done that – but thankfully, without the need for surgery – so he has my sympathies. The cast (or stookie as we call it) starts off as a great attention-getting novelty, and ends up a filthy lump of annoying-ness!

  5. That’s a rubbish cast – there’s nowhere to write on it!

    Hope he continues to recover. What an easter weekend!

  6. Hearing the break of a bone is an awful thing. Glad he is recovering so stoically. I know that I would need something strong to have recovered from just watching the entire situation.

  7. Get well soon, courageous young man !

  8. What a brave boy! I have to agree with Disgruntled about the cast.

    I hope Bob’s arm heals well and soon.

  9. GACK! A sound calculated to make a parent’s–or an aunt’s–heart stop. My sympathies to the entire crew. Ah, those wonderful days when one of Rob the Firefighter’s friends would call and begin the conversation with “He’s all right.” My oh my the “buts” that followed. I can see young Bob is headed for a similarly eventful life.

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  11. We too had a trip to A&E this Easter. It was a broken wrist in this case. The patient was the mother-in-law, and the accident was different too: she tripped on a step rather than a trampoline. She was as stoic as young Bob though. It’s us in-betweenies who are soft.

  12. Thank you everyone for your good wishes for Bob’s speedy recovery. He is doing well, though he has developed an antibiotic phobia (tastes really horrid he says) which is proving worse than any pain or inconvenience from his immobilised arm………..

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