The Winter Soldier

We got a call today that Troy fell on the playground at the daycare. The teacher said that he was favoring his right arm and crying. We picked him up and managed to get him in to see his pediatrician. He concluded that Troy either popped his elbow out of socket again or had a fracture in his wrist…or both. So, he called in a favor to get us into the orthopedic doctor the same day, and we headed over to that office.

The orthopedic doctor took some x-rays of Troy’s wrist, and sure enough he had a hairline fracture just above his hand. They had to put a cast on it, which he has to wear for the next four weeks. I told Troy that he was getting a magic glove that would give him superpowers. After he saw it, he said it looked more like a robot arm. Then, he proceeded to go around punching everything with it. I had to tell the Little Winter Soldier with his one Vibranium arm to calm down before he destroyed the house!

He’s not allowed to run, jump, climb...or wrestle while he has the cast. I’m not sure how we’re going to slow Troy down like that. I guess he’ll have to be satisfied with just taking walks with me. After the cast comes off, he has another month of inactivity while his arm rebuilds the muscle. He also isn’t allowed to play at the daycare with his friends in the playground, which will be brutal. He’ll have to sit and watch everyone else having fun without him.

The most ironic thing is that I broke my right elbow when I was also three years old. I was also at daycare, fell off the monkey bars (I was actually pushed off), and reached out to catch myself. At least Troy’s injury isn’t as bad as mine. Still eerily coincidental.