Where to start...? Out on my lunch hour on Tuesday and I get a call from Vicky, the school had been on the phone and our eldest son Thomas has 'disclocated his shoulder!'.
Panic ensued, frantic calls to work explaining what has happened and I needed to take him to A&E. Good enough work were great with it all and I headed off to get the injured party - hospital again (he's only just healed from a broken hand!).
Anyway to cut a long afternoon short...
...he hadn't dislocated it at all - just bad bruising.
Admittedly he was in pain, but for the school to suggest a dislocation was a little over the top.
Time lost from Thomas' lessons at school, me having to leave work and mostly the panic that had set in when we recieved the calls led me to thinking how it is madness how schools cannot make assessments with children no more through fear of getting it wrong and being sued (at least I think this is what it is).
What happened to the grizzly nurse we all had 'in our day?'
There was a poster on the wall in the waiting room: Being A Parent - Nobody Said It Was Easy.
Summed the afternoon up quite well I felt.
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