Ted had his right arm in a cast for week and that week was a crazy one, mainly because he kept crying for us to remove it and we had to help him with a lot of simple activities such as eating and changing.
The first 2 days were especially traumatising for us because he would point to the cast and wail with a pitiful voice “I don’t want this, Mama. Take it out, Mama.” And he would do that every single time he wanted to do something with his right hand and found his arm in a hard uncomfortable cast.
Over the next few days, however, he learnt to get really comfortable with using his left hand and he was starting to remove his shoes and even put on his socks with just his left hand.
In any case, I was really excited when the day of our appointment with the doctor to remove the cast came. The cast was starting to emit a mild unpleasant odour which I suspect came from the bandages which might have caught some moisture during bath times despite our efforts to keep them under a plastic wrap.
We took a slow leisurely walk to the MRT station since we had time to spare.
We stopped once in a while to disturb the mimosa plants which fascinated him and occasionally raced each other to the next lamp post.
On the MRT, Ted was readily offered a seat. I rejected the first 2 offers politely but it seemed every time someone looked up from their phone and saw the poor boy in a cast, they jumped straight out of their seat for him. In the end I accepted the offer of a kind Indian man who proceeded to high-five him for the rest of the journey.
We alighted an Little India MRT station and took a bus for the distance of a bus stop to KK Hospital.
Ted thoroughly enjoys the experience of taking public transport because there are so many things to see and ever so often a kindly old lady will try to start a conversation with him. I think he enjoys the attention and the interaction he gets on public transport.
The experience at the hospital lasted more than an hour, most of which was just waiting around.
When the doctor was done, Ted still complained of pain in his arm. The doctors advice was to monitor him for a few days and bring him back if the pain is persistent or is causing extreme discomfort. I put his arm in a sling to ease the pressure on his arm and a nurse offered him a balloon.
On the way out, he kept telling me “My arm is painful. It’s not correct. It’s not correct, Mama.”
He forgot about it as soon as I put him on a little panda and took him around on a ride around the KK Hospital lobby. 🙂