The younger boy recently landed in the nurse’s office at school because he was playing football and injured his thumb when he caught the ball at a weird angle. The nurse called to tell me that they were icing it and she didn’t think he had broken it, but that we should (of course) keep an eye on it. Her unofficial diagnosis was that it was, at worst, sprained. I was working that day and spoke with him on the phone for only a minute, asking him to call me when he returned home so he could fill me in on how his thumb felt.

Later, I received a text which was too amusing to not write about for posterity. The text?

“When I got home, I fashioned a crude splint out of medical tape and a pen so it’ll last. It’s definitely sprained, though.”

Medical update: Most likely due to the splint he fashioned, his thumb was feeling better within 48 hours.

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