I think almost without fail we have had a minimum of one visit to the emergency room every year since we have moved to Italy. Maybe that is normal just by the fact that we have three children. Luca for sure is our front runner in accidents and visits.
On August 2, just as we were settling in for a relaxing family evening together our plans got derailed. I had sent Luca upstairs to call down Samuel or someone and as he was coming down I heard this huge thud. Moans followed but I did not react until Samuel called me and said "Luca fell down the stairs and I think he's hurt." As I'm walking up the granite stairs Luca starts to warn me "Mamma, don't look at my toe! Just don't look at it." He knows I'm a little squeamish and I appreciate his warning so that when I did take a split second glance I was mentally prepared. Sure enough his pinky toe was at a 45° angle of distortion. Oh, wonderful!
|It's disturbing but no blood at least|
|To use a hospital wheelchair one must insert a coin just like a shopping cart at the grocery store.|
|Not happy with his mamma and that I was documenting his visit :)|
The following two weeks Luca could not walk with a shoe and had his toe taped, so he pretty much was camped out on the couch during the stifling summer heat. And that was how we spent our first two weeks in August between visitors.