Yesterday had all the makings of a great day. Sunny, mid-60’s, spring in the air.
But for one thing.
Finn got hurt.
The site was Arena Sports in Magnuson Park, the locale of Finn’s soccer game — the newly-named Scorpions against a bunch of much bigger kids. Let’s call them the Giants.
Always hustling, Finn ran into another kid, went down, and apparently hit his head. Coach Frederking immediately took him out of the game, and he headed for the sidelines to recoup.
Five minutes later he was crying by my side complaining that his head hurt. And he said he couldn’t remember his name.
From there it was Urgent Care at Children’s Hospital, where Finn couldn’t remember my name, his sister’s name — anything.
From there it was the ER, where the docs diagnosed him with a concussion.
A few hours later his memory started coming back, and we eventually made it home with Finn better, if a bit woozy.
Don’t need another one of those Sunday afternoons.