I’m walking slowly back to the room, with William huddled in close, head on shoulder. If I move slowly and purposely, he doesn’t move, and he’s ‘ok’. Ten feet from the room, I see the doctor looking at the film on a lightboard. The straight leg shot has a break on the femur that I can easily see from 10 feet away. The frogleg shot isn’t as glaring, but it’s obvious, especially as I get closer.

That’s a fracture

The doctor isn’t happy to see me looking at the films. I’m sure he was hoping to get me and Jeff in the room, and then explain the situation calmly rather than have detail like that immediately on view in the hallway.

“Yes, well, that’s a break.”

I didn’t go to medical school, but it’s REAL obvious, Dr.

“Ok, well, we need to get you to a pediactric orthopedic doctor. This isn’t something we can do here. This is serious, but it’s not CRITICAL”

We discuss options, and both him and I agree on the Bone and Joint Clinic in Franklin. I’d been there before when I broke my foot. The Titan’s send their people there. It’s a very good establishment. It was at the top of his list as well. The nurse starts calling over to see if they can take him (2 year old toddlers with broken legs aren’t easy).

Dr. Swarr is, in the meantime, writing a prescription for Tylenol with Codeine, as well as getting William a dose RIGHT NOW. Thankfully, the majority of his suffering is about over.