2 weeks ago, in a soccer game for her university, the opposing goalie decided my daughter’s right leg needed a hug. Only problem with that action was that my daughter was attacking a scoring opportunity hard (she thinks it’s rugby). Just as she planted her foot to shoot the goalie “hugged” her leg while sliding toward the ball. I had a perfect vantage point to see her leg fully collapse the wrong way. Had the goalie not been there the outside of her calf would have touched the outside of her thigh.
This chick is a tough girl. I knew it was bad when she couldn’t get up and yelled out while hitting the pitch with balled up fists. My younger daughter wanted me to go out on the field… like nearly every other soccer parent does. Of course I’m THAT parent that doesn’t do what everybody else seems to. I simply said, “Going down there now won’t help. She’ll still be hurt in 15 minutes when the game ends. Trainers have her.” My younger daughter didn’t appreciate that, but my oldest and her team trainers very much appreciated me letting them do their jobs.
Fast forward to yesterday. Surgery day. She ended up with a fancy plate that took 11 screws to hold her tibia together. Her meniscus was repairable. That was a godsend. I do not know how, but somehow, her ligaments were fully intact and looking strong according to her surgeon. Her surgeon, by the way, is a phenomenal human being and amazing doctor. We couldn’t be more grateful to VCU medical center.
Having accumulated roughly 4 hours of sleep in a 37 hour time frame I was suffering by the time we were discharged. I literally got lost driving 2.5 blocks from the parking structure to the pick up circle! Not the best start when your daughter is tired, sore, and hangry.
It took me 3 cups of coffee barely make it through the hour and a half drive home. Stopping in town at the pharmacy was almost a very bad idea. I should not be in public without sleep. It’s a terrible idea in fact; we never know what I’ll say without my already thin filter turned on.
I checked the pharmacy for a bag of ice, but they were sold out. Since I had my broken girl in the car I decided to get her home and settled in. I could return for ice and prescriptions when they were ready.
Fast forward a couple hours. Broken girl is sleeping. I leave the house, pick up #3 from her cross country practice and head into town. We grab the prescription, run to the gas station. No ice. We go to McDonalds. No ice bags available. We run to the gas station near campus. No ice. I figure I’ll stop at the service station on the way out of town, toward the house. No ice. What the hell is going on! How is it possible that a small country town, that is home to not one but two colleges, doesn’t have ice? Were there really enough parties to justify an ice shortage?
By now I’m emotionally running on fumes, number 3 is getting hangry, and I just need some freaking ice. Oh, and sleep.
As a last ditch effort, prior to running 40 minutes in the opposite direction to the next town, I stop in at the tiny country store 5 minutes from my house. Talk about having ice! They’re loaded up. I have never been so happy to purchase 3 bags of ice in my life. We will survive the night with the broken girl.
I’m still dumbfounded though. How does an entire town run out of ice? Especially when it’s fall break on campus. Nobody but athletes are around until tomorrow. So, again I want to know…. Where is all the damn ice?
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