cast cutting and bone pins pulled

Tesla was a bit scared at the thought and sound of the cast cutting saw.  Even after the nurse put the saw against her own hand to show her it couldn’t cut skin.  The sound is intimidating.

Dr. Bixler told Tesla that she had super strong bones.  When he went to pull the four pins out, they didn’t want to budge.  He said normally they slide right out.  What Dr. Bixler didn’t know was for the two years of her life, she only wanted milk.  I’d say she survived on 95% milk, 5% food.  Her doctor said that she was perfectly healthy and eventually she would want more than milk.  He was right, now she only wants McDonald’s.  🙂

Tesla was a trouper for the pin removal.  Even with it being more difficult than expected, she winced a little bit but didn’t cry out or shed a tear.  Her doctor and nurse complimented her on being such a good patient, better than most all their other patients.  I was very proud of her and her toughness.  That’s my girl, chip off the ole block.

If my camera battery hadn’t died, I would have recorded the pin removal.  I only managed a few pictures of her Frankenelbow.

Cross your fingers….no more broken bones!

Dear John~Softball

Dear John,

I just didn’t have time to write yesterday.  See my life is really busy with school, homework and the like.  Though I planned on being at Tesla’s appointment no matter what.

I’m still shaking my head about that phone call you made to me.  Something about me coming to pick up Tesla, take her to the surgeon and then run her back to the house.  Oh that’s right….it’s coming back to me now.  You had softball and that’s so important you didn’t want to miss it.  Tesla’s appointment…eh, not so important huh?

I told Zeth you called me asking if I could pick up Tesla for her appointment.

Zeth said, “Let me guess….he has softball.”  I said yep and they didn’t have a coach.  Zeth’s response, “If he would have called you when he was playing softball she wouldn’t have a broken arm to start with.”

I don’t know if you moved practice up or just left early or what…..I don’t even care.  What comforts me is my daughter counting down the days until we are together again.

You asked if I will be able to make her appointment when they cut the cast off and remove the pins.  I certainly will make it.  The real question?

Will you?

~P.

 

 

 

Dear John~And the truth is revealed

Dear John,

We were all wondering (Dale, Zeth, Suz and I) what the heck you were doing at the playground with Tesla so early in the morning.

Well now we all know….YOU were playing softball while our daughter was at the playground by herself.  Even worse, Tesla says there weren’t any other little kids there but there was two big boys.

Why the hell are you letting Tesla at the playground alone while you play softball?  I know how fucking important softball is to you.  Hell, you were ready to blow me off the same day I miscarried with our second child because you had a softball game.  I had to guilt you into staying home with Tesla and I after I lost our baby.  (which you blamed on me)

Obviously you couldn’t watch Tesla while you played ball.  She said she screamed really loud because her arm hurt so bad.  I told her I was sorry she got hurt and she shouldn’t have been there alone.  Her response was, “Daddy said I could.”

Maybe I should be glad she only suffered a broken arm (which needs surgical pins implanted tomorrow.)  It could have been even worse, say someone kidnapping her.  Bob Hoffman stadium isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood for a little girl to be playing alone on a playground.

What the fuck were you thinking?  Oh wait, I know….only about yourself.  To the point you wouldn’t even let Tesla be with me after you were too busy to keep an eye on her to start with.  It’s not like it would have hurt her more to spend the rest of the day with her mom.

Here’s a thought!  You could have called me and told me to meet you at the softball field so you can play your game and Tesla could spend time with me.

God forbid you let me have a little extra time with Tesla.

Once a selfish bastard, always a selfish bastard.

I can’t wait to be divorced from you…..and have custody of our daughter.

~P.

Dear John~aka Mr. Know It All

Dear John,

You wonder why I get so pissed off at you.  Did you ever stop to think it’s because you firmly believe you know everything but when it’s convenient, you plead ignorance?  This morning is a great example.

Dale and I stayed up late watching movies (which you probably know since my Facebook is so closely followed by you and your minions) and I forgot to plug my cellphone in.  So this morning when you have Tesla at the playground (and I’m really curious if it was you or Heather since I know Heather takes Tesla to church, not you) and she falls off the monkey bars, you resort to calling Walt to notify me that Tesla is injured.

Really, the only person you know how to get in contact with is my father?  Not that long ago, you had your lawyer pursing Dale as a convicted felon.  You knew his first, middle and last name, birthday, address etc. in an attempt to keep Tesla away from me, yet you don’t have Dale’s phone number?  I know I’ve called you from Dale’s phone.  He’s also in the phone book.  It’s also all over his truck in large letters advertising his computer business.  Amazing how you manage to know everything you possible can about Dale and I except how to contact him if there is an emergency and I can’t be reached.

So you have Dale’s number now that I’ve called you and made a point of you saving it for emergency purposes.  Dale would never have a problem with you calling his cell to relay a message about Tesla.  Unlike that bitch of a girlfriend you continue to entertain.  Heather doesn’t want me to EVER call or text her cell, even when she has Tesla because your off doing whatever it is that makes you happy at the moment.  It’s well-known how you do what you want, when you want.  Hell, you even do who you want with no consequences because you are the king, top dog and big man of your universe.

Now Tesla has a broken left arm.  Not just broken and a cast, but broken so badly she has to have surgery tomorrow.  You knew how much I wanted to see my baby girl this morning at the hospital but would you allow me to come in and see her.  Oh hell no.  She was being discharged and you were leaving immediately even though I was already on the way in.  I said I’d come get her at the house if you weren’t going to wait and you shot that down also.

Our daughter breaks her arm and you won’t even let me see her.  That’s sad John.  Instead, you make her and I wait until the court appointed time of 7PM tonight.  Does that make you feel like you’re in control?  Not allowing mother and daughter to see one another after she suffers a traumatic experience.

The only thing that kept me from completely losing my temper was speaking to Tesla and hearing the pain medication was helping her.  I guess until I pick her up tonight I will remain in the dark concerning what really happened.  Tesla reassured me I can get her at 7 PM, clearly you already pumped that into her head.

I managed to raise two boys who never broke a bone, yet you and your lawyer are constantly doubting my parenting abilities.  Every serious injury Tesla has had happened on your watch.  From four-wheeler accidents to broken arms….maybe it’s time custody is heard by a judge once again.  This time, I’m bringing back-up.  ~P.

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