The clothes were unpacked, the Bieber posters hung, the roommate met, and the fun began. But, did I mention that Kate, much like her mother, is not the most graceful or balanced or athletic child? Perhaps Springmaid Mountain Camp was a questionable judgement call on my part.
As I should have predicted, the second twenty-four began with Kate, seemingly graceful as a cheetah, happily running on a mountain trail, somehow falling and injuring her quite oft injured ankle. Yesterday's snake expert Stephania morphed into today's medic. By the way, you could not pay me enough to be a camp counselor for thirty teen and tween girls. Stephania's initial diagnosis....the ankle might be broken....the camper was in serious pain....the recommendation.....a trip to the local hospital for an X-ray. But first, a call to mom, three hours away, for an opinion.
Now, I love my daughter more than life itself, and she is quite a special girl. But, the reality is, she has a flair for the dramatic and has on some number of previous occasions cried 'wolf' when perhaps 'puppy' might have been more appropo. Take it from someone who has fallen for her impassioned cries and crocodile tears before. Sometimes the injury is far less serious than the cries and tears might lead one to believe. And, for some reason, for Kate, trips to the ER seem to be social events.
After conversation, all (with the notable exception of Kate) decided that we would try over the counter pain medication, rest, and a wrap before transporting the injured to the hospital.
With several hours sleep and a little breakfast, morning brought Kate's request to saddle Kanawha, the horse she already loves. Yes, the ankle hurts. Broken....I doubt it. Please, Lord, don't let me be wrong in betting that a little injury is just that.... a little injury, made worse by the fact that she is away from home and Mom isn't there to tell her everything will be okay.
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