A week ago, Mar jammed her fingers doing a cartwheel. Ouch.
At least it wasn't a broken arm doing a front-handspring on a trampoline... it definitely could have been much worse:
(Shilo August 2005)
Instead of heading off to the emergency room (it was Saturday, of course),
Mar had Dr. Dad take care of her.
It's amazing what some medical tape and tongue depressors can do.
Her hand has been slowly healing and getting better. The tongue depressors (okay, they're really craft sticks) have become shorter, down from 4 to 2, now down to one. Mar has managed swimmingly. Literally. Swim practice for the summer team has started, and Mar has done great, despite the swollen joints and blue fingers.
I think Bill missed his calling.
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