‘I have had a really bad day, mummy. The worst day of my life.’
And he wasn’t the only one, because as I sat watching him in the dentist’s chair I noticed his hand was really swelling up. So, immediately after the dental appointment I took him straight to the GP to get it checked out. An hour later we were in Accident and Emergency. Three hours later we came out with a little boy with his arm in plaster – he had broken a bone in his hand.
Despite the fact he was in quite a lot of pain his biggest worry, while in A&E, was whether he would get home in time to watch the England vs Algeria match. Unfortunately (or fortunately, considering the result) we did not get home until after 8pm, so he only managed to see the last half.
At first Samuel enjoyed all the attention he was getting from worried family and friends who came to see him and his hand, but after a few hours the reality of the situation began to sink in. Not only could he not attend his swimming class on Saturday morning, he also couldn’t join the Deeping Rangers Soccer School he was so looking forward to, or attend his friend’s bouncy castle party. And after Friday’s football result, I think the worst day of his life, might soon become the worst week/month.