Matan breaks a clavicle, but makes lots of friends at the medical center
So much has happened, but no time for updates. Karen had a wicked flu, which I then caught, so we’ve spent most of the week sick at home, together. Then today, just as my relatives were finishing up their visit to Israel to visit my grandmother at the cemetary, we get home from the memorial, only to find Matan in tears. Luckily, he didn’t break his arm in the same place again. This time he fractured his clavicle. So Dudu and I, both sick with flu, run him down to the emergency care center. Luckily, everyone’s in with the flu, so the trauma doctor was fairly available and we were able to get out in less than 2 hours.
Now what to do with a super-active, almost-five year old who needs to “take care of himself and play quietly” for the next two weeks? He went to bed insisting he wanted to go to preschool in the morning….