LT is a pinhead. I adore him - but pinhead. If you have ever had to deal with a wounded boy you might be familiar with the pinhead behavior I’m talking about. He was off being a big bad army badass and he “sprained the shit” out of his hand. He had to pick up some enormous guy and details details…he’s manly, and it might be broken.
For the past week he has been holding up his wounded (super swollen) hand for me to see on the webcam. This is all well and good, and elicited the usual “aw baby” response for a few days until I was like seriously, take some ADVIL, and see a DOCTOR. Splint it, wrap it, whatever you know? Just DO something about it!
Unfortunately he’s been in this awful training school which means he has to use his hand a lot while crawling around through the woods and stuff, BUT if it is broken and he can’t finish the school he will have to do it all over again.
Tomorrow is his last day of the school, and his hand is now purple. Last night he spent like 45 minutes showing me his purple hand and reading about broken hands on the internet. It went something like this:
Is it broken? I think it is broken. But… I can bend it! owwwww See! I bent it. I told my boss it was broken. I wonder if it’s broken? I really want to find a picture online somewhere that looks the same as my hand, then I’ll know. This one website says my meta…meta…this thing here might be broken… *points to hand*
Really?
I just…
GET AN X-RAY!