Today Isaac went back to see the doctor who fixed his thumb. The big white bandage came off, and he got a new smaller custom-made splint. Isaac was a bit nervous about having his thumb messed with, but he survived and came home smiling.

My mother watched the other children so that I could go with Michael and Isaac. Of course, anywhere I go, Lilly goes, so the four of us headed to Springfield.

We had several glitches along the way, starting with a flat tire before we left Bloomington. My mother saved the day by letting us borrow her car since ours wouldn’t be ready in time for us to use. Then, when we arrived at the very last minute for our appointment, we were told we were at the wrong building. We followed the lady’s instructions and drove to he right building, only to be told that the last lady had told us wrong and we were not in the right place to see our doctor after all. Michael made a phone call to the doctor to explain that we were really on our way, and we hurried back to the car for our next attempt at finding the elusive doctor’s office.

Finally we arrived at the right place and then had to jump through all the insurance hoops. (”You need a referral.” “We don’t need a referral.” “We will call for a referral.” “Hey, whaddya’ know, you don’t need a referral!”) The receptionist was very helpful and eventually we were called back to an exam room.

After getting the bandage off and having the doctor poke and prod at Isaac until Isaac had tears in his eyes, we were sent to get the new splint custom-fitted for Isaac.  The photo here of Lilly was taken while Isaac was getting his splint fitted.  She finally wore out.

Again, we made a wrong stop, but we had learned by this time to just have one person run in and ask if we were at the right place.

The ladies at the therapy place were so nice and they helped Isaac get just the right fit for his splint.

On the way home we stopped at Culvers for some supper. Isaac took advantage of his chance to get a Reuben sandwich, and I took advantage of the chance to get a delicious malt. Yum!

Now we are home, and I’m ready to crash. Tomorrow is another busy day, so I’m looking forward to that.

Michael’s mother will be moving here at some point this week, so we are eager for her arrival.

If you want to see photos of Isaac’s injured thumb, you can check out my gallery. But I will warn you, the photos are graphic, so only click here if you’re ready to see the real thing. All in all, I think Isaac is going to heal up nicely… better than any of us deserve!