I'm working at the bakery last night and I had forty-five minutes left on my shift when Flannery called. She said Lucy had taken a bad fall on the trampoline and had hurt her neck. Now she couldn't move her head. Flannery was taking her to the hospital and I should go straight home. Her voiced wavered with fear.
I trembled as I drove home as I could only think of worst-case scenarios. Her neck was broken and she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. She would never run and play again. She would need help going to the bathroom and she would have a tough time finding a date when the time came. I choked up thinking about how one misery after another would be piled on my little girl's shoulders and she isn't even six yet.
Long story short, she is okay. The doctor called it whiplash and she is going to be sore for a few days but there is no long term damage.
Good Lord, it's scary being dad sometimes.
Doc
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ReplyDeleteThanks goodness she's okay. I'm betting that she's a tough little bird seeing as how she sprung from you and Flannery.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to hear she's okay.
ReplyDeleteThat is so good that she only has whiplash. Where else would you hear only and whiplash together except when the alternative is broken neck?
ReplyDeleteI'm extremely glad that she is okay.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear she's okay, Doc. Hopefully she didn't suffer any dain bramage so she'll remember to be more careful on those damn death traps. :)
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Terrifying.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear she's ok. Fortunately for all of us, children are built pretty damn resilient.