I know it requires a stretch of the imagination – but here goes. Charlie was sitting on the floor last night and he burrowed his feet into the arms of his dressing gown. Next he tried to get up and somehow managed to twist his ankle inside the sleeve.
He sat last night with frozen peas on it, and it seemed to improve, but this morning he can’t walk again so I think it needs strapped up. So me and my wee man are off to Crumlin Childrens hospital.
It has cartoon characters on the wall and all the staff become the kids new best friend. We have been there a few times and when they need to go back again there is no issue, no fear.
Compare that to the Eye and Ear Hospital – those four words set hearts racing in our house – I suppose its the ‘eye’ not the staff nor the hospital, but they tremble at the thought of it.
Hopefully Charlie’s ankle can be strapped so he can stop the pain – poor wee man.
