And the Oscar Goes To...

Right now, Hannah is recovering on the couch from a grave injury to her foot. It is a very serious injury which has her doubled over in pain - sometimes. When I picked her up from the babysitter's house, she needed a kleenex. Her injury was so severe she could only partially hobble into the house, bent over at the waist. It caused her to moan extensively. I asked to see it, but was unable to as it was completely hidden from view under a very small bandaid.

We made our way extremely slowly to the car. The car ride home was filled with such torturous sounds as to suggest some sort of amputation occurring in the backseat. I wasn't sure she was going to make it. By the  time we pulled in our driveway, Hannah was barely coherent. She asked for her blanket, but requested not to be removed from the vehicle. The thought of moving was just too much. When I suggested she should come inside and snuggle with her blanket on the comfort of the couch, she reluctantly agreed. But, oh, the short trip to the door was excruciating! This surface scrape on the top of her foot somehow made it impossible for her to straighten her body. So she limped, still hunched over at the waist, all the way to the couch, whimpering and moaning intermittently.

I was just putting some chips and dip out on the counter when Hannah appeared at my side. Standing up straight! And on her tippy toes to boot. Hallelujah! She was healed... until we finished our ultra-healthy snack. Then she made her cautious way back to the couch where she remains currently.

Oh, wait. It looks like she's up again. With no visible sign of her injury causing any further distress. However, I'm sure some of her symptoms will return when her dad comes home. Or when Dora ends.