I'll start with a little background on "Vader". According to Bob's school counselor, Bob has the grand idea that he is going to dress as Darth Vader for senior prom and his graduation ceremony. My husband and I were not aware of this plan. Bob has more than likely kept it from us because he knows what our reaction would be. Therefore Bob now has the nickname of "Vader" which the school counselor and other staff members use when referencing him. Fantastic.
So a couple of weeks ago I get a call from the school saying Bob was badly injured in P.E. and the school nurse thought he had broken his arm. She told me I needed to come pick him up right away and take him to the emergency room. Luckily the hubby was here that day so he ventured off to the school to retrieve his son.
When the hubby arrived at the school, he met up with Dr. Marvin and went to the nurses office. Dr. Marvin asked the nurses if Bob was ready to go and one of them replied "yes, we're just waiting for his father to get here." What makes this funny is that the hubby was standing right there, in plain sight. I still think the hubby should have requested a DNA test back in the day, but what do you do? There is no physical or mental comparison between Bob and his dad. After they left I guess the nurses were asking if that really was Bob's biological father. Priceless.
They headed straight to the hospital. I'm so glad I was able to stay home and have the following conversations with some of the faculty of the school.
First I spoke to the school nurse to see if there was any explanation of what happened in P.E. that day. I was told that the class was playing soccer and for whatever reason Bob decided to try and stop the ball with his hand (no, he was not goalie). He ended up falling and landing on his arm.
Lesson #1: Teach Bob to play soccer with feet....not hands.
My husband called from the hospital saying Bob did in fact break his arm. They had him pumped full of morphine and were going to try and set the bones. Both bones above the wrist were snapped completely through.
Lesson #2: Bob on morphine = Bob speaking Spanish.
Apparently once Bob had some good drugs flowing through his veins, he felt as though he needed to speak Spanish. I'd like to add here that Bob did not do well in his Spanish class last year. I can only imagine how entertaining and irritating this was.
The next day I gave Dr. Marvin (Bob's counselor) a call to see if there was any more information on how this happened. I certainly wasn't looking for someone to blame, we know that Bob is very uncoordinated and doesn't really pay attention to anything. Bob changed his story about three times when trying to remember what happened, so I figured I'd ask someone else. It was about this time that my conversation with Dr. Marvin went from good to great. He didn't really know any of the details, but informed me of how he was made aware of Bob's accident. Dr. Marvin was on the phone when his secretary came by his office. She indicated she needed to tell him something, and she proceeded to say "Vader is down! Vader is down!" Until that moment I had no idea they referred to Bob as "Vader" but I about lost it. I was laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe.
After spending all afternoon at the hospital, Bob and the hubby came home and indicated Bob would need pins put in his arm to help set the bones. Great, just great. Sad to say but I was actually a little bit irritated by this. The last thing I wanted was Bob lurking around the house all day. Have I mentioned how much I love public education? (Just a side note there). I really do cherish my 6 hours of Bob-free time during the week.
The following day we got a call from the substitute teacher that was in the P.E. class the day Bob had his accident. He spoke to the hubby briefly, just checking in and seeing how Bob was doing. I thought to myself, 'wow, that sure was nice that the teacher cared enough to call.' Then it hit me. More than likely he was doing damage control seeing as how we live in such a sue-happy world. The school had no need to worry about us pursuing damages. We know the kind of kid we're dealing with here. He can barely walk in a straight line and chew gum at the same time. There is always some sort of "distraction" that causes him to fall or walk into something.
When the hubby got off the phone, he indicated how nice the teacher was and told me his name. "Um...what?!?" was my reply. He had to say it again just so I could be sure. Surely there couldn't be two of these men walking around our town with the same name. I knew exactly who he was....and I debated on whether or not to call him back and say hi. I knew this man very well when I was in high school...he was my basketball coach and I was friends with one of his kids. I swallowed my pride and got his number off the caller ID. He was slightly confused as to why I was calling him and how in the world I got his number. I explained that he just talked to my husband about my step-son Matt. PURE SILENCE! I don't think he knew what to say. He laughed and said "are you serious? I would have never connected the dots on that one!" I have never in my life been complimented so highly. Ha ha ha. I hang onto those words every time I'm having a bad day....just knowing that it's obvious Bob isn't my biological son. The teacher and I shared some good laughs and he shed a little light on how the accident happened. The story is as follows:
The class that day was playing soccer. Bob spent the first half of class coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't participate. "I'm thirsty"..."I'm too tired to play"...etc. The teacher kept trying to encourage Bob. He'd say things like "your team needs you"...."come on Bob, get out there and play, they could use your help!" I guess the teacher finally got through to him and even got him excited about playing. That is when it happened. Bob took his first steps onto the playing floor and dove for the ball. No one is quite sure (including Bob) why he dove for the ball. He dove, fell and landed on his arm.
It was nice to be able to catch up with this teacher and we shared some good laughs about the incident. Good gracious what a small world.
So there is the story of the infamous arm break. More to follow....
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