I was at home, deeply embroiled in work (which isn’t something which happens much these days), when the phone rang. My younger son’s school. This is the first time they’ve ever rung me. In my experience, schools only ring for one reason (or maybe two, if you count injuries and illnesses separately).
And as the woman was talking… Football without shoes… I was just thinking – get to the point! What has he done to himself?!
He’d been playing football without shoes (seriously, who does that? My own son apparently, most days since the start of year 7, I had no idea) and kicked the ball awkwardly. His toe looked ‘a bit wobbly’ and she thought he needed it looked at.
So I abandoned the work and jumped in the car. There was my poor son, in a strange combination of clothing – shorts, Tshirt, blazer and one shoe and sock, looking rather sorry for himself with an ice pack on his foot. His toe looked swollen and seemed to be pointing in a slightly different direction to usual. My son thought he’d dislocated it. The word ‘break’ didn’t come into it. I thought maybe we could just go home.
But then we got in the car and he burst into tears. He’d been holding the tears in. He’d had a ‘one on one with the keeper’, hit the ball awkwardly and then kicked the keeper. It had felt like he’d stubbed it at first, but the pain didn’t ease and then he’d realised it didn’t look right. So he stumbled back towards the school building and was taken to first aid by his geography teacher.
It really, really hurt and he wanted to go the minor injuries unit. The same one we’d been to just over two weeks ago when he’d hurt his fingers and my daughter had been to a month earlier when she’d chipped a bone in her knuckle. Oh the shame!
The nurse checked him over and it was very clear which toe was hurting and where it was hurting as he squirmed and tried not to scream. So we went for an Xray. And he has a small break in the second toe of his right foot, poor boy. I wasn’t actually expecting that. He was supposed to be doing a school drama performance in the evening, so that wasn’t happening!
The toe was strapped to the big toe to support it, but if he didn’t like the strapping, he could take it off. If he wants to run, dance, play cricket or do anything else, he can. It’s up to him how much pain he can take. The toe isn’t dislocated, so there’s no concern about it mending wrongly.
I felt so sorry for him missing out on his drama performance and having to hobble around. He won’t be playing football with no shoes on again in a hurry!
I didn’t manage to get a picture of his X-ray, but this is his swollen toe.