It's been a bad day for owies at our house. Gavin's were superficial but required plenty of TLC. Gavin calls hydrogen peroxide "brown water" because it is dispensed from a brown bottle. Hopefully time and Toy Story Band-aids will heal his wounds.
As I looked at this sad little picture for the first time, I had the fervent wish that all of my children's wounds could be so small and easily fixed. Emotional road rash is a much uglier beast. I wish I could protect their little hearts from the big bad world and keep them in the "kiss it better" realm of experience for a long time. I kind of wish I was still in that realm. *Sigh....*
But I digress.
At the breakfast table this morning, Garry reached for a gallon of milk and groaned in pain. The shelf-building shoulder strain that had completely disappeared suddenly returned with a vengeance. He was in so much pain this morning that he could hardly dress for the day. He saw a doctor who doesn't think there is permanent damage, but Garry is completely miserable. On the way home from work he bought a sling to immobilize his arm.
Ouch. All this makes the return of vomiting not seem quite so bad.