Easter break

Jack fell off a window sill in his bedroom at Mum and Dad’s yesterday (what the hell was he doing on the window sill?), and complained of a sore left wrist. He was very tired anyway, and his wrist was bothering him and he was protecting it, but it wasn’t excruciating. He slept very well last night.
This morning he was still unable to supinate his left forearm (painful to try), had a weak grip, and felt pain trying to dorsiflex his wrist. He was still very protective of his wrist, and wouldn’t let his left arm drop to his side. Oh dear. Time for a trip to casualty at Cheltenham General Hospital.

Sore wrist.

A+E waiting room. Lots, and lots of waiting.

X-Ray!

The medic gave me a printout. It was a very nice X-ray on PACS, but you can’t see much detail here. There’s a good break at the distal radius. Do you see it? Follow the edges of the bone on the right and look for the bumps.

Plastered! By this point Jack was quite chuffed. He could go home after lots of hanging around, the scary stuff had turned out to not be scary at all, and he had a cast and a sling to show to Uncle Nick (who is also recovering, from a broken clavicle)!