At Least She Can't Hitchhike

I was still getting ready for work when the phone rang. My middle daughter, J, had already gotten injured at school. Freak dodgeball accident resulting in a thumb that no longer pointed the correct direction.

Called in late to work, picked up J, and 4 hours later we left our third medical office with a bright pink cast on her right hand and some scary weird x-ray photos of her right thumb. It had been dislocated. The doctor massaged it back into place asked her how it felt and she gave him a thumbs up - which dislocated it again. Hence the cast. She is now pretending that she can't operate a vacuum cleaner with her left hand, but that walking the 115 pound of obstinate muscle that we call Maggie is a breeze for her. I think maybe a dodge ball hit her head too.