
Jeffery is a very sweet little boy. He is almost always happy. He is mostly obedient. He shares his toys, and is good about using his nice words. He also possesses the uncanny ability to quickly get himself into dangerous situations. One lovely January morning, Jeffers and I were chatting in my bedroom. I was sorting laundry on my bed, and Jeffery was puttering at my feet, just 5 feet away in my periphery. We were discussing the possibility of a pb&j sandwich for lunch when there was a tremendous crash. In the 10 seconds that I had taken my eyes off of him, he had climbed to the top of our large dresser and toppled the whole thing down upon himself. We had some crystal candlesticks, a huge vase, and framed photographs that exploded in a terrible spray of broken glass. All the flooring in our house is solid marble. The upstairs has a layer of laminate flooring over the marble, but the surface is still very unyielding. Jeffery's ankle was the only thing to come between the heavy dresser and the floor.
Selvi was on the spot almost immediately. I lifted Jeffery from the debris and she began cleaning up the glass. Jeffery's finger had become tangled up in something (a drawer, maybe) on the way down, and it had a long angry blood blister running down it. It was all he was focussing on. Once he was calmed down, and the mess was cleaned up, we tried to get him to stand on his injured ankle and he wouldn't even put his foot down. I decided to take him to the hospital.
I stepped outside. No Suresh. So I called an Uber and packed up a few things. I had no idea what to expect. The hospital is maybe a mile away, we got there quickly. The ER was practically empty, and we were attended to right away. Within about two hours, we had x-rayed his hand and his ankle, met with doctors and with the orthopedist, had the soft cast put on, and signed all the paperwork (ONE page that was filled out by an attendant). And the bill for all this attention? Not even $200. I paid on my way out.




His tears here are because he was ready to take the cast off. It had been on for 10 minutes. I called an Uber to get us home. In my flustered state juggling my overloaded handbag in one arm, and a casted and sore Jeffery in the other, I dropped my phone as I was getting into the cab. The screen completely shattered. Selvi and I agreed that it was a bad day, indeed! But I couldn't help but be amazed at the outcome which could have been so much worse. All that glass and Jeffery wasn't cut anywhere. No head injury. He barely fractured the bones above his ankle with no damage to the joint or the growth plate.
The next week, we went back and he got the plaster cast fitted. A long 2 months lie ahead...