What a funny day we had today

I have to share this story, what Emily put us through today. All at once her arm hurts. "Pupa, pupa", she kept saying ('give it a kiss'), at our house kisses on owies help a lot :-). Then I realize that it was her elbow that hurt, and soon she couldn't move her arm. It was getting worse every minute, so I call the Dr and tell her that she has a dislocated elbow. We get an appt an our later, and Emily spend this whole hour in bed not being able to move her arm. Anyway, the 2 of us leave to the Dr while Gordon and Jonathan stay home. I put her in the car and could hardly buckle her in, "ow, ow, ma doare!!!" (it hurts!)... Off we go, get to the clinick and I go to take her out of the car. She reaches to me with both arms, even shaking them, to get out of the car. I almost stopped her right arm to remind her that it hurts. "Doesn't your arm hurt?" -- "NO" (shaking both arms to me to take her out of the car quicker). ...Hmm, what was I supposed to do? Why are we going to the Dr? Well, anyway we went on and the nurse saw us first (it was the one i talked with on the phone, so she knew about our problem), Emily was positive that her elbow was ok, when the nurse asked her many times if it hurt while she was moving her arm. Then the nurse was nice and canceled the appt.
What was wrong with her elbow?... Don't ask me...

O mica povestioara despre peripetiile noastre de azi. Din senin pe Emily o doare mana, si ma tot implora: "Pupa, pupa!" La noi pupicurile ajuta mult la dureri :-). Dar imi dau seama pana la urma ca o doare cotul, si peste putin timp nu mai poate sa-si miste mana. O durea din ce in ce mai rau pe minut ce trecea, asa ca nu am mai asteptat mult si am dat telefon la doctor (i-am spus ca i s-a dislocat cotul). Ne-a facut o programare la o ora de atunci, ora in care Emily a stat mereu in pat, cu mana nemiscata. Oricum, in sfarsit, plecam in sfarsit noi doua, iar Gordon si Jonathan raman acasa. In timp ce o pun in scaunul de masina, se plange iar ca o doare cotul, dar in curand aveam sa fim la Dr., asa ca nu mai era mult de indurat. Cand am ajuns la policlinica si ma duc sa o scot din masina, isi intinde amandoua mainile spre mine sa o iau afara, chiar si le scutura sa o iau mai repede. Eu aproape ca ii opresc mana bolnava, de frica sa nu o doara (ma gandeam ca poate a uitat ca o durea). De unde, mana era bine, ca si cum nu a fost nimic. O strang de cot si o intreb daca o doare. Imi raspunde ca NU. Hmm, stateam sa ma gandesc ce sa fac acum, de ce ma duc eu la doctor? Oricum, am intrat in clinica si ne-a consultat asistenta inainte de a veni doctorul, cum se procedeaza deobicei. Era cea cu care vorbisem la telefon, deci stia despre noi. I-a verificat si ea cotul si a intrebat-o de mai multe ori daca o doare, la care Emily era foarte sigura ca nu o doare. Pana la urma a fost draguta si ne-a anulat programarea, nu a mai fost nevoie de doctor :-)
Dar care a fost problema cu cotul ei... nu ma intrebati...