I completely and totally hate this broken arm thing.
I hate seeing my child in pain.
I hate seeing her scared.
I hate not being able to truly help her feel better.
I hate giving her medicine with codeine in it.
I am beginning to hate re-telling the story to the many well-meaning people who have asked.
I hate that people have felt compelled to ask me if she is going to require surgery. I REALLY hate it that when I say the possibility was not mentioned to us by anyone at the ER the same well meaning people seem to feel it is necessary to offer their lay-person opinion that surgery is likely. I had not considered that thank you very much, and NOW I have one more thing to worry and fret about. Once the idea was presented oh... 5 or 6 times it was hard not to go there. Especially for me. I have discussed the very tentative hold I have on my ability to stay away from the crazy place when things like this happen in some previous post some months ago, so I won't bore you with it again.
This is only day two.