I don’t talk about Taryn much on this blog. Mostly because she’s pretty close to perfect. Also, a sensitive teenage girl. I just called her – she’s downstairs in her bedroom, I’m upstairs in the living room – to get her permission to write this post. (I tried texting, but she didn’t answer. 2012 is hard.)
It’s safe to assume the boys don’t care about me ruining their lives with this blog.
As I said, Taryn is mostly perfect, she gets it from me. Because of that I trust her to go almost anywhere with her friends. Two years ago she asked to go to a friend’s cabin for the weekend. I didn’t know the little girl or her parents well, but I knew all the other girls who were going and I know Taryn always makes good choices in friends.
Everything seemed fine. The mom texted me before they lost cell service at the cabin. She then texted again once they regained service on the way home.
No problem.
However, a few days after the trip Taryn complained about her back hurting. She told me she had fallen off the back of a 4-wheeler that was towing a small trailer. There were three girls on the 4-wheeler and one in the trailer. She fell off, landed on her back, and the trailer rolled over her. One of her friends jumped off and lifted the trailer off her.
(The mom-in-charge of these girls never said one word about the incident. Two years later, I’m still angry about that.)
Anywho.
Eventually we took Taryn to the doctor, did x-rays, and got a physical therapy referral. There was no damage, just muscle problems. The physical therapist gave her a list of exercises to do and told her to come back if it wasn’t better. She was 13, anyone with half a brain would have known she wasn’t going to do the exercises – no matter how much we chided her.
Flash forward to now. Her back still bothers her. I told her we needed to go to our new doctor and get another physical therapy referral.
Today we went. The new doctor asked, “Hey Taryn! What are we seeing you for today?”
“I need a referral.”
“What do you need a referral for?”
“My back.”
“What’s wrong with your back.”
“It hurts.”
“Ok, when and where does it hurt?”
“All over. All the time.”
“Can you tell me what happened.”
“I fell, two years ago.”
Oh. My. Freaking. God. She’s the smart one. Seriously, we’re all doomed.
all teens need looked after all the time ! / they all make bad choices at times ! ///
True, very true.
Oh, no! She probably snapped out of it, right? I hope she feels better soon.
We’re still working on it – but she’s in good hands now. Thank you!
I’m made for you… good gracious! You need to at least let the parents know if their child gets hurt in your care!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so!
mad, not made, mad
Hmmm….reminds me of visits to a podiatrist when you were young. Seriously, I can’t believe the parents did not tell you. That makes me mad. Were the parents even around to see it??? Anyway…Taryn is EXACTLY like you. Perfect????? I have my doubts… Maybe she will take better care of her back like you did your feet
If she’s exactly like me then she must be perfect!
You are sending the medical bills to that Mom, right?
Sheesh! I can’t believe she didn’t say anything.
No, I’m not – but we’ve got excellent insurance
Eek. Hope she is able to get some relief. My husband fell off a stepladder trying to fix a window at my dad’s house four years ago and he’s had issues with his knee ever since. I feel horrible about it.
You should, Obviously it’s your fault he fell.
My teenager, just a year older than yours, will answer texts but not a phone call. Drives me INSANE!!
And, that mom who never said a word, would NEVER have the pleasure of my kid’s company again.
She won’t. Not ever.
I run your kids over with four wheelers all the time and forget to tell you. Ooops!
Right after you tell them how awesome cigarettes are right?
I’m never going to live that down! I said it one time! And it was to the smart one! At least, I thought she was the smart one….
At least she didn’t say Chicken. There’s that, right?
Hahaha! Yes, at least there’s that.
Hey lady! long time reader, 1st time commenter! I just read in the adn that some paratroopers were home! Is your dude among them? Fingers crossed. Much love from Juneau.
Hey there!! No, he wasn’t in that group, although they were from his Brigade. It’s getting closer every minute, I promise to let you all know as soon as he’s home!!
Thanks for reading!! XOXOXOX
Oh man, I’d be so upset! I hope the back gets better!
Thank you! I was, still am – I hope she gets better too!
Sometimes injuries take a while to register. My head’s been aching ever since, well, I got married and had kids…guess that’s why it’s destroying my liver.
Best comment of the day!!
Oh, can’t believe that mother didn’t say anything! Would totally get me hopping mad!
Hope she feels better soon, B x
—The mother sounds like a Freak Show! I’d be pissed about that. Xx