A not so restful holiday . . .

I always try to blog at least twice a week and usually one of those is on a Sunday evening from home. Tonight, however, I find myself blogging from Ellensburg. We were planning on spending a restful holiday with our granddaughter when we got a call from the Kittitas County Hospital. It seems our son, who was on his annual wake boarding trip to Banks Lake with his buddies, had broken a finger.

No big deal one would think, but not with our son who has broken many bones during his 23 years. It happened late Friday night while wrestling with a buddy. The bone ended up sticking out of the skin so the girlfriend of one of the guys, a nurse, "reset" it for him and then wrapped it. Early today when they took off the wrap it became clear that there was a problem with odor, color, and swelling. It had become infected and he had blood poisoning. Hence, the call from the hospital wanting to know if they should fly him over to Harborview or begin treatment. We said the latter and so here we are.

He is doing OK and hopefully the antibiotics will do their magic quickly. What was very genuine stress over loss of the hand or worse is now simply worry. We can take him home when the blood poisoning clears up. I'm hoping that will be tomorrow, but we'll know more in the morning. He has quite the ordeal in front of him with surgery to really reset the bone and then rehab. Oh, the benefit of youth.

So here we are in the last two rooms we could find. The rooms are in two different motels. I'm in one with my grandson and the ladies are in the other. My daughter insisted on coming for her brother so we even drove two cars not knowing how many days we might be here. I just got Kobe out of the tub and he fussed around about fifteen minutes before going out like a light. Now, it's my turn.