He Hurt Himself

In all his time in schools it has been very rare for T to call/text me to say that something was wrong.

When he was in grade 1 he had headaches a lot. Eventually we ended up in the city and he had a scan of his brain and there was nothing. We put our foot down about him being able to call home and have someone pick him up when suddenly his headaches disappeared.

When he was in grade 5 I received a call he was sick. I had to go and get him from school and bring him home.

And then today. I was sitting on lunch when my phone suddenly buzzed. It was T messaging that he had hurt his foot at school. They had gone on an outing for end of year to one of the camps around here. They could do field games, horseback riding, archery, swimming, kayaking etc. T had chosen field games and first thing this morning as he went to kick the ball in the soccer game, he instead kicked the shin of the opposing player.

This was at 10 a.m. I received my text at 3:05 p.m. I whipped off to the school and picked him up. The Emergency room was going to be a long wait as he really was not an emergency. No protruding bones. The walk-in clinics were full. So I brought him home.

When he took off his runner and shoe I was presented with the above foot. Horrified I was sure he had broken something but there was no pain as I moved and wiggled each toe. He is now laying down, foot elevated and icing. I am most hopeful that tomorrow the swelling will go down and he will end up with some colorful bruising.

June 21/22

Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered
blood red tears
rending at clothes
at hair
at skin
gouging
nails slicing
anything to stop the pain.
I never lied about what I wanted.
I never lied about what I expected.
I never lied about what I was feeling.
I never lied at all.
What you see
is what you get
no more
no less.
This woman
standing
naked before you
baring soul
bitter past
fragile
vulnerable
patchwork quilt
scars
taped together with experience.
I knew
heart bleeding
I knew how dangerous
voices
screaming
kicked into silence
this would be.
I built an illusion.
I built a fantasy.
I built……
but one memory
how you held me
when I bared my truth
my past
like no other man has done.
©March 16/20
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