For a few months now, my Saturday mornings have been spent at little league football games. We have two boys playing this year, Ashton 14 years old and Tavish 12 years old. I expected this Saturday to be football as usual. I dropped Ashton off to warm up with his team before the game and drove to the store to get some treats.
Within fifteen minutes I got a call from his coach, “Is this Ashton’s mom?” He asked. “Ashton has been injured and we you need to hurry over here.”
“I am on my way!” I replied, dropping everything and running out of the store. On the way back to the practice, it occurred to me I hadn’t even asked the nature of the injury.
As I drove up, I could see Ashton lying on the ground with several coaches, police officers and medical staff around. I began to shake.
One of the parents ran over and said, “Just leave the car here, the ambulance is on its way now.”
My mind was running wild. “Ambulance? What is the injury? I asked.
“It is his wrist,” he replied. I felt an immediate relief. “At least it’s not the brain or spine” I replied.
On first sight, it looked like his wrist and hand were separated from his arm. As one of the kids put it, “Oh gross! It looks like on Harry Potter when they cast a spell on his arm and he had no bones.” Ashton lay there moaning on the grass. Within minutes the ambulance was there. They gave Ashton some pain medication and we were on our way to the hospital.
Joe was out of town and could not be reached. I called Valerie and let her know what was going on. She and Vicki were home getting ready for a big fundraiser we were having at our house that evening. I told them I would most likely be at the hospital for several hours and would not be home to help them with the preparation.
After the doctor had taken an x-ray of Ashton’s arm; he told me it had been separated at the wrist growth plate and that a specialist was on his way to determine if the bones could be moved back in place or would need surgery. The plan was to give Ashton the drug Ketamine so he would be “out of it” while the doctor manipulated his arm. The doctor told both Ashton and me what to expect with the drug and that some of the side effects could be mild hallucinations and bad dreams; also that Ashton would look like he was awake but wouldn’t feel or remember a thing. Truthfully, I was more scared of the Ketamine than the break. The staff left the room to prepare for the procedure. Ashton and I said a prayer together.
As the Ketamine took effect, it was strange to watch Ashton lying there, looking alert but not making a sound. It only took seconds for the orthopedic specialist to slip his wrist back in place. He said everything looked great but Ashton would still need to wear a cast for six weeks. I was relieved, to say the least.
Soon the Ketamine began to wear off and Ashton kept trying to orient himself. He would look around and ask, “Is that the TV, is that you mom, is that a light, where is Dad, where is the fam?”
I would answer each time and assure him I was still there. I couldn’t help but laugh as he kept saying, “I feel loooopy! Somebody gave me something, I have to wake up and get out of here!”
It took a while for the drugs to wear off and the doctor to release us from the hospital. Ashton was feeling much better and I was grateful to have Vicki and Valerie at home watching the kids and getting ready for the guests. Thanks to Vicki, Val and the kids, the fundraiser would still go on as planned. What had started as a typical Saturday ended about six hours and several hundred dollars later. Anything but typical!