And suddenly my blog post didn’t seem all that important.
But now, I’m revisiting a sliver of what I wrote in the first blog with recent events this week to offer a picture of our lives and the truly holy people who are in it.
Fast forward….yesterday I took Zeli to the doctor since he fell at Judo three days prior and seemed to be holding his left hand funny. Neither Josh nor I could see anything particularly swollen on his hand, he could move his fingers, and he only really complained when he fell (which he managed to do four times between the judo fall and yesterday). Oy. As soon as we saw the doctor, he turned Zeli’s hand in just the right way and said, “Yep. I’m almost positive it’s broken.”
Broken? Gulp. Believe it or not (should I even say it?) in the 14 years that we’ve been parenting these guys, we have never had a broken bone. Not one. So this was a new experience for me. Pfew…Pfew…Pfew…
And new experiences always require me to take a deep breath, have confidence in my ability to get through the system, and offer prayers that everything will get done.
|First step – Zeli gets a sling so he can stop holding his hand up|
We were able to get an x-ray right here in Gush Etzion (so convenient!), to bring it back to the doctor, and to be informed that the best place to go was Terem Romema.
Now, I hate driving myself to new places and I’m always a bit nervous finding my way around unfamiliar parts of Jerusalem.
But I had a job to do.
And of course Waze wasn’t working.
I took a big gulp, got Zeli into the car, and we were off. Josh directed me over the phone while also talking to our favorite Terem doctor to smooth our entry at the emergency center. Zeli was seen quickly, examined and casted, all while smiling that amazing smile of his. And all for free, of course.
He was actually in such a good mood that the doctor went back to the xray to confirm it was really broken. Why we giggled our way through the casting, I don’t really know. But that’s Zeli for you.
|Terem poster child?|
Then, it was time to go home. We were both exhausted, having been out for seven hours, but we stopped for some pizza as a treat, and then went home to bed.
Terem told us that we needed to see an orthopedic surgeon soon…but with Sukkot coming in only a few days we were worried about how that was going to happen.
Every Monday (we now know) there is a delightful orthopedic surgeon who comes to Efrat, and they squeezed Zeli into the schedule. Zeli actually played in the waiting room while awaiting his appointment.
When we got into the doctor, he removed the rather heavy and cumbersome first cast and casted it with something lighter and more fun (since everyone can now draw on it!).
This afternoon, friends who saw us at the doctor’s office dropped off a treat for Zeli, other friends called to check in with him, and his judo teacher actually came to the house to pay him a call and bring him treats (and be the second person to sign his cast)!
These experiences allow me to marvel at the amazing place where we live. Our friends are ready at the drop of a hat to help with any and all expertise that they have. They will bend over backwards to make sure that we are taken care of medically, emotionally and physically.
And of course Facebook allows us to enjoy sympathy and encouragement from our families far away (thanks for the calls and encouragement guys!), friends nearby and everyone in between.
It’s been a long week.
And it’s Monday.
Let’s hope for a bit of rest with Sukkot arriving in two days.
And no more new experiences – at least not the type that require us to call in our team.