Some times I don’t realize how biologically nerdy I am.

You know that game, Catch Phrase? If not, it gives you a word, and you have to get someone on your team to say the word, without actually saying the word, or part of it, or anything like that. Sort of like Taboo, but easier. There’s a timer, and if it goes off on your turn, the other team gets a point. It’s fun when you’ve got a medium sized group of people.

Well, one time a bunch of friends were playing that game. It came to me, and the word was ‘clam’. And I said “A bivalve!”, and prepared to pass to the next person. But… I couldn’t. Because my team was looking at me with a puzzled look on their faces. “Bivalve?” I started to describe a clam, but the buzzer went off.

I thought everyone knew that clams and oysters and mussels and all those two shelled shellfish were called bivalves. But… apparently, that is a biology nerd thing to think.

Yep… broken clavicle. Right side.

Poor thing. She has an appointment with an orthopedist tomorrow afternoon. That doctor will then decide whether it needs to be bound up or anything.

So, last night around 1:45 or so, Ashley decided it was a good time to come in our room and, it appears, dance on the edge of the bed. I’m not sure what happened. I was asleep. I rolled over, and felt my self hit something. That something went falling to the floor.. BAM. It was a really loud thud. On hard wood flooring. Ashley cried.

I picked her up and held her for a while until she calmed down. I asked her where it hurt (she pointed to her left cheekbone), and checked it out to make sure she wasn’t seriously injured. After she calmed down I tucked her back in her bed, admonished her to stay in her own bed, and all was well.

Until just before six, as I was on my way out the door. She began crying in her bed. I went in, and she said her neck hurt. She was still half asleep, and I could barely understand what she was saying through her crying. I thought she had dreamed something bit her neck. I held her for a few minutes and calmed her down and tucked her down again. Off to work I went.

At about quarter after 8 or so, my phone rang. I answered. It was Megan. One of Ashley’s clavicles (or collarbone) looked different from the other, was swolen and purpleish. And she couldn’t manage to walk, and it hurt badly. I told Megan to call the doctor, and see if they could look at her, or if we should take her to the hospital. About half an hour later Megan called again, and the doctor could see her at 10:30. Ashley seemed to be getting a little better… she was all dressed and walking around and playing nicely. She still couldn’t sit up (from lying down) by herself, and couldn’t really lift her arm up. She was being treated, though, like a princess.

So. That’s where I am now. Waiting for Megan to call again.

My blog got a hit from this search. Thought it might be helpful.

Those of you interested, you can read about Gaines’ plight here