My son really stubbed his toes coming down the stairs and his toe looks out of joint. Guess I have to take him to the doc, but we are so tired of doctors. I've had a couple issues, my husband had two, it's getting crazy. I'm glad we're healthy for the most part.
The bills are crazy too. One visit and the bills just don't stop coming!
Any tips for the toes, do I just tape them together?
For toes, taping together is the only solution because you can't have a cast to immobilise them. But he should have x-rays done, and I don't see how you can avoid that.
Is he in pain? Is there swelling? Do you have a walk-in clinic nearby with x-rays and a diagnostician?
You should move up here where we have "free" health care (but our taxes are so high). I'll never understand why the US doesn't provide this essential service for everyone. Craziness!
I have a toe that regularly goes out of joint and I just stand on it for a sec until it realignes. But that's just me. Let us know what happens, Tina. Good luck, hun.
Kae, I will never understand the problem the US has with providing health care...My sister is a Leukemia survivor and do you know how hard it is to get her insurance. She actually lost her job because it was a really small company and they couldnt afford to insure all of their employees (we are talking like 5 altogether) with my sister working there...Its nuts, she is coming on almost 10 years clean and she still cant get insurance...unless she works for a huge company...drives me mad
Have you seen Michael Moore's "Sicko"? I hope that his latest documentary does something positive for health care there. It shouldn't ever be for profit!
When my father, who flew bombers for the RAF during WW2, had a heart attack in England about 15 years ago, he was housed in a beautiful hospital, and my mother was put up in a quaint cottage on the hospital campus, with 3 meals a day brought to her while my dad was convalescing. Their bill was zero. They were there for three weeks!
Now why on earth hasn't something similar been done this side of the ocean? It astounds me.
And Shelly, I understand the frustration your sister has. My friend's sister in law, who lives in Connecticut, had breast cancer about 10 years ago, and even though her husband is a radiologist at a huge hospital, they can't move to another state because she wouldn't be eligible for insurance anywhere else. They are going to move back here after retirement.
yeah I always told my sister she needs to let me hook her up with a Navy man so she could get insurance that way...makes me mad that you can survive something like Leukemia and yet you cant get insurance...for most cancer patients they give I think its 6 years for it to come back, and if it doesnt then you are in the clear for the most part...well next October we celebrate 10 years...YAH!!!!!!!
back from the doc, it WAS broken, had to be pulled and set, but he did really great
when the nurse asked what happened I said that Ryan was running down the stairs, and Zach interrupted and said, so matter of factly, "mom pushed him down the stairs"
I could have died. Luckily Ryan told them what happened, and I left the room in case they thought he was covering for me or something. He said everyone that came in the room asked what happened!
I then had a nice long talk with Zach about lying. I said that's as bad as saying curse words and you're going to get soap in the mouth! I think it's a stage they go thru, but JEEZ!!
When my youngest son broke his leg at home, 3 weeks after having his cast off for a green stick break he got skiing (he was 4), we were interviewed like mad for possible abuse. Turns out Tony karate chopped his little brother during play and broke it!
I sure knows how that must have felt in the hospital, Tina. Like I said...kids.
That was the end of karate lessons! Then they decided to try "dwarf tossing" with their little brother. I didn't even find out about it until about 3 years ago when they told their dad and me over a family dinner (after they'd had a few glasses of wine). Even Nick laughed.
my boys fight alot, But Ryan is so much older, we have to remind him to be careful. He pushed his sister one day, And I yelled like a nut case, saying she could have hit her head, etc. Drives a mom to drink!
My guys didn't really fight, but they'd plot and scheme together for ways to get the better of mom and dad. Sometimes they'd manage to pull it off, but I really had to keep my wits about me.
One time they taught their little brother, Nick, 3 at the time, the words to a George Michaels song, I want your sex, or something, encouraged him to sing it in its entirety to mom and dad's dinner guests. They were stuffed shirts my husband was trying to sign up as clients.
Tina, when my oldest daughter was almost six years old (Lordy, that was 18 years ago as she'll be 24 in July!!!), she and my son were wrestling around in the family room, and my daughter managed to hit her head on the corner of our brick hearth. Lots of blood, big gash, and a visit to the hospital.
I knew from experiences that my sister had had with visits to the hospital with her two sons, that I shouldn't open my mouth about what happened because the nurses were only going to want to hear the story from my child -- not from me.
My daughter was a little afraid to explain what had happened because she knew that I had strict rules against rowdy play; I'd warned plenty of times that this is ALWAYS when children get hurt. She was so ashamed when telling the story that the nurse knew it was the truth immediately. "Well (looks at the floor), my brother and I were playing rowdy when we shouldn't have been (looks at the floor again)..."
She did NOT like getting the stitches either.
As for broken toes, this same daughter managed to drop a full BOTTLE of Coke on my toe ( the one next to my big toe on my right foot) the morning after I returned home from having delivered my youngest daughter via C-section!
I'm always barefoot, and I was standing next to the kitchen counter, having navigated my way downstairs for the first time. There was a bottle of Coke sitting out (I don't know why, but it was my first morning home, so...), and my daughter began fiddling with it as she and I talked. It wound up too close to the edge of the counter, and before I could even register what was happening, it was on my toe.
I thought that I might either pass out or throw up!!! There I was, still in pain from the C-section, and now suffering from a broken toe. I wasn't sure which pain was worse, but I DID know immediately that the toe was broken. I didn't want to embarrass my daughter (she was only 4-1/2) because it had been a total accident and she wasn't doing anything "wrong", so I swallowed my gasps, and my tears.
The toe turned a nasty purple black, and I had to wear shoes for several weeks. I think that was actually the WORST part of the injury (once I got past the initial pain) because I can't STAND to wear shoes. LOL...
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sounds like we have a bunch of ladies here who dont like to wear shoes. And you know what the funny thing with me is that I love shoes cause most of them are cute, I just hate wearing them
Argh, shoes!! The bane of my existence. I love those cute little sexy things but they kill my feet and back. Now it's flip flop weather, thank goodness.
