Changa is in her bed telling her lamb that she went to Kaiser "again and again and again", as I spy-listen over the monitor. That would be accurate, in that she's been 3 times in 1 week for her poor finger! She's apparently also feeling very religious about the whole experience, as she's singing the start of any-Jewish-prayer. Or it could be the Orthodox camp she's going to, ha ha! She hears it at home every week on Shabbat too, so it could be that.
Today another physician's assistant was scheduled to remove the stitches from her finger. Per Mr. H and my mother's adamant requests, I asked that a physician check Changa's hand and X-ray's today. You don't want to insult the PA, but, I also don't want Changa's right hand to have a crooked finger, because I was too namby pamby to ask a physician to look at it. I scored, I got a lovely wizened HAND SURGEON. I couldn't have asked for better. He looked at Changa's finger, he looked at the X-ray's, and told me that it would fill in and the bone would right itself, no crooked fingers.
Removing the stitches was a bit owie, pulling out the black threads, Changa cried, but put up with it tolerably well. So brave! She liked that the black threads, which look like they are scary and don't belong, were going away, so she put up with it. They confirmed she could swim in a week and a half, thank GOODNESS. Now she has just a little splint and a little dressing on her finger, so that's all easier. Let's hear it for the quick healing properties of little children. We are to go back, AGAIN, in a few weeks to make sure all is healing properly. Thank God we now have Kaiser. I cannot imagine what this would have cost us on the PPO market. Ayiyiyi.
In other news, Grandma and Bobo brought hibiscus barrette party favors from a soire they went to. Naturally, this called for some hula dancing. (as seen above, and below here)
Sometimes it's so hard to get my sister to cooperate, sez one to the other. Back atcha babe.
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