The nightmare began 17 days ago. I’ve wanted to blog about it but I was waiting until there was some kind of end to the story.
Amara’s school had another skating party. This time I was going with them but I wasn’t going to skate. I just wanted the chance to spend some time with Jenna and Amara together. It is always fun when it is the three of us. I was planning to take pictures and hold phones and water bottles and stuff. This time Jenna was going to skate. She hadn’t been able to at the last skate party because of her foot surgery.
Amara and her Mommy were having so much fun. Jenna was remembering how to skate backwards and doing a great job. Amara was impressed. Unfortunately we took Jenna’s little camera instead of my big one and for some reason it was having serious technical difficulties. I thought at first it was me but it wouldn’t work much better for Jenna so I only got this one picture.
Then Jenna fell. Even when your daughter is full grown with a 7 year old of her own you still panic when you see them sitting on the floor. She got up and she waved to me that she was OK but they immediately came over to sit down. She was alright but she was pretty sure she had sprained her wrist. She didn’t think it was broken but it hurt enough that we ended our evening. I helped her take her skates off but she seemed fine to drive and took me home. This was about 6 PM.
The phone rang about 10. It was Justin asking if I would come over and sit with Amara who was in bed sleeping so he could take Jenna to the ER. I went over and slept on their couch until they got home about 3 hours later. It was broken. This is when the nightmare really began.
ER sent her to see her regular doctor the next day. He sent her off to see an Orthopedic specialist. Now it is Friday. The Ortho doctor did X-Rays and told her she had a lateral stress fracture but he was concerned that there might be some kind of cross fracture that they couldn’t see so he wanted a CT scan to be sure but he doesn’t do those. She needs to go to an imaging center. This meant a referal from the insurance company, more forms and more waiting. Then came Thanksgiving and you know nothing got done. All this time she is still in a soft cast. Easily bumped causing lots of pain.
It went on and on. Faxes kept getting lost or not sent. Phone calls kept not being returned. Finally 2 days ago, after millions of phone calls, hours of frustrations and lots of tears she finally got the approval to have the CT scan done. Yesterday they did the scan but she still had to wait one more day to see the Ortho doctor and have the scan reviewed and finally find out — did she have another break — would she have to have surgery.
Today at 3 PM she got a beautiful pink cast and can now begin the process of healing. It has been a nightmare for her and really not her year for doctors!