The boy REALLY loves toys...REALLY loves toys, especially now that he knows what to do with them. We were playing with one of the toys a few minutes ago, and I chunked it across the house. Tad took off at break neck speeds after it.
As he passed the recliner, his front leg caught in the handle on the side, and I've a pretty good feeling he dislocated his shoulder.
He cried out and stood there, with a rather funky looking front leg (his shoulder on the one side was definitely out of socket) for a few seconds...took a few steps, and laid down on the floor. I went to get my phone to call Dr. Holliday. I was going to have her meet me at the clinic so we could sedate him and pop it back into place.
He got up to follow me, of course, and within a few steps, he'd popped it back in on his own. I gave him some pain medication left over from his previous hospitalization, and now he's sleeping peacefully.
Poor guy...he was having such a fun time, too. Looks like rest for the next 24 hours in hopes that the shoulder doesn't come out again...Lordy, Lordy...so much drama with this boy.
