school of Thought
it is a purplish black and swollen to nearly twice the size it’s supposed to be. of course, i question him. since he didn’t see fit to tell me until nearly dinner time my first question (after *when did this happen* – recess, btw, around 1 pm) was whether he had thought to show anyone else.
answer #1 :: i showed my friends (rolls eyes and continues questioning, this time specifically asking if he had shown the school nurse)
answer #2 :: no (getting frustrated but keeping my cool as i ask, why not?)
answer #3 :: well, my teacher thought it was pencil marks
send boy to see his mother while i hold in check a wash of thinly veiled rage. (not at the boy, at his chuckleheaded teacher).
aparently they had a substitute, and when he went to show her after recess she told him to go sit down it was just pencil smudges. now granted, his finger was grey going on black, but WTF?
a kid comes to you after recess complaining of jamming his finger (apparently, he did it catching a ball) and you just shrug it off and chalk it up to messy pencilitis? without even seeing if it will wash off?
now, granted, my son is about as stoic as boys come. he may not have even told the woman that he was in pain and it probablly wasn’t near as black or swollen straight off the playground as it was when i saw it 5 hours later.
isn’t that the whole point of adult supervision? to check after those little details that a kid won’t check after because he’s too busy being a kid?
if nothing else i could have got him to urgent care, had them look at it in the afternoon while there’s still plenty of daylight to burn.
instead my wife is up @ the emergency room waiting her turn in whatever slot a kid’s busted finger pulls in triage tonight.
needless to say, the principle will be getting a call tomorrow. i’m not after the poor woman’s job, but i am out to make sure the next time a kid comes to see her she pays a little more attention.