I Fought the Door and the Door Won

We had a meeting yesterday to discuss the move to the new school. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but we’re being housed at an old middle school (old middle school — it’s from 1926!) till the new building is completed. (Right now work’s 5 minutes away…when we move it’ll be about 15-18 🙁 .) We kept hearing different things about when the actual move would take place — first we’d only be there one month, then we were moving the 2nd week of October, then either the week before Christmas vacation or the week after we got back. Well now, for sure, we’re supposed to be at the new building December 3rd. A new elementary is being built and the kids who are going there are being housed at another elementary and they’re desperately overcrowded, so they need the middle school we’re at fast. Poor kiddos…that school is not suitable for little ones. It’s too old, unsafe, and way too full of mold. Seriously.

So I was feeling pumped this morning and asked the boss when we’d start packing. She said as soon as possible. So we got to searching for milk crates (much more convenient than cardboard boxes) and started packing up the books. I’d gotten twelve crates done and took a bathroom break. On the way back I took the exit I usually do and was heading out as a girl was coming in. She’d swung the door too hard and it came flying back. She didn’t notice it was about to close on her so I nudged her gently out of the way…and the door slammed into my hand, pushing into my wrist. I immediately felt a snap. I told the boss what happened and I just shrugged it off and was about to get back to work when she told me to report it. She regretted not reporting an incident that happened to her and now she’s having a lot of trouble with her injury. So there I went, to the nurse.

She started making a fuss and I kept saying I was fine — it was only a little sore. She put an ice pouch on my wrist and jotted down my info. She told me to follow my doctor’s instructions exactly as they were given to me and told me where to go. She sat next to me to check my wrist once again and as she lifted the ice pouch I was shocked to see just how swollen my wrist had become. She said she could tell I had a bit of Carpal Tunnel going on but she was concerned about just how huge the bump was. She bandaged me up and sent me off.

I went to see the assistant principal to get the rest of my info taken down, went to the doctor, was sent back to Risk Management, went to the doctor again and was finally seen about an hour and a half later. I was told not to use my right hand/wrist at all, had some pain meds prescribed and got an order for an x-ray.

I came home and had lunch then Mom and Alaethia joined me on the ride to the radiologist. Alaethia was made a big fuss about at the doctor’s; they kept talking about how cute and tiny she is. She adores attention!

I was told to take a pregnancy test, “just in case,” even though — on top of everything else — I “started” today. Bleh. No wonder I was feeling so emotional when they told me I’d have to go to the doctor and all that LOL.

I was, of course, not pregnant, so they went ahead with the x-ray. I hope everything’ll be alright. I know it’s not broken and I can move my fingers, but I feel this weird, tingling, hot pain that shoots from the front (palm side) of my wrist to the middle of my arm.

John thankfully picked the boys up for me when they got out and I stopped at Target real quick since Mom needed detergent. Then we went home. The boys were so sweet — they were really concerned and got really sad when they saw my wrist all bandaged up and sad looking. I told them it was nothing. It’s kind of funny: everyone keeps asking, “What happened?” when they see the bandage and I can’t even tell them some awesome story — no. I have to say, “I got hit by a door.”

It really sucks that this had to go and happen when we’re going to be so busy getting everything ready for the move.

At least everything at home’s nice and low-key. I made spaghetti for dinner (no meatballs since I couldn’t roll them up =/) and we ate at Mary’s with Jorge, Yadira, Mom, all the kids and even Mario who got out of work early. I got to speak to Sally and Karina. And I got the boys’ insurance enrollment fee ready to send off. I’m thrilled that they got accepted! And now it’s 12 months instead of 6, which is awesome. We’re also getting a reimbursement from Mario’s insurance (which we’ve canceled since he won’t be needing it) and I’m also getting a reimbursement from my dental insurance for paying more than I should have.

It’s taken me forever to type this up. At least now I know I can care for an active baby, drive, and type up a semi-long entry with my left hand!