The Angsty Teen hurt her knee at volleyball the other day...and she didn't play all afternoon.
I looked at it when she got home... but because she's a teen girl and I'm her mom, she is pretty sure that I don't know anything. (Definitely just a minor muscle thing... nothing major...that I did know!)
I knew that I needed to heap concern and care on her... So I oohed and ahhed over her... and catered to her every whim. I got her ibuprofen, an ice pack (well, a bag of frozen peas), helped her elevate it, and proceeded to be very worried about her...
I was so concerned that I suggested going to Walmart to get a knee brace before marching band... which we did. (Really, for $13 it kept her relatively quiet.. and yes, we put it on her knee... not in or around her mouth...)
|That is not elevated high enough, girl.|
Today she called me and left me a message while I was
At this point I know enough to just agree... it's just money, after all... let her hear from the doctor that it isn't too serious. (Just about this time I could see the doctor saying it is a major thing... requiring surgery...)
Long story short... (is it already too late for that?) nothing is really wrong... nothing that required x-rays or an MRI... but she injured a muscle (did I not say that?) and needs to rest it for a few days.
She had plans for the evening. I was pretty sure she should stay home...
Maybe I am a wimp... or maybe I am just smarter than I look... but I know that as soon as I make her stay home... she would be ornery and not pleasant to be around... and SHE WOULD BE HOME... WITH ME.... ALL EVENING...
|Not the whole evening!|
Me: Do you think there will be a lot of walking tonight? (I would rent you a wheelchair so that you leave for the evening.)
Me: Are you thinking you should stay home and rest the knee? (My answer to that is heck, no.)
Me: Are you sure you will be okay? (Happier with her friends than at home.)
Dealing with all of this... is exhausting... and it makes me thirsty...
Please, please, please decide to go for the evening...