After a failed attempt at reaching my next door neighbor I called my good friend, Lunell, up the street. I think told her "Gavin broke his arm and I'm kinda freak'n out here". She came right down. As soon as Mira knew she'd be spending time with her best friend Ciara, the sweet sister who, prior to this, was so concerned for her big brother actually pushed Gavin aside and ran for Lunell's car. I think her parting words to him were "Adios muchacho, I'm going to McDonalds" (I kid of course).
Anyway, I took Gavin to the hospital a mere 5 minutes from my house, parked in the wrong parking lot, proceeded to carry him up two flights of stairs (note to self: get to the gym) and brought him into the ER. Thankfully the ER was empty and we were taken care of immediately. After four nurses plus me holding him down and 2 failed attempts at putting in an IV, Gavin finally got the relief he needed with pain meds. I have to say I was a little jealous. He looked so calm and happy. Thankfully the x-rays revealed only one broken bone in his forearm rather than both. The doctor gave him his cast, did some more x-rays and then we were on our way home.
So, the G man will be docking his ship for at least 6 weeks. At least he's got a cool story to tell his friends at school.
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