Foo's Adventure

Last Wednesday night after Foo’s team had finished football training, Foo decided to play on the wet cement, it was raining, with his boots still on. Obviously Mr Mumfies was in charge, not me!!

Foo’s friend comes running over to Mr Mumfies, who was chatting while waiting for Fuzz Ball’s training to finish. Foo’s hurt himself. Ya, hang on. No, he’s hurt, he’s KNOCKED OUT. Oh… Mr Mumfies then takes notice!

Foo had gone to kick the ball, slipped and went WHACK on the cement, hitting his back and head and knocking himself out. He wasn’t out for too long, they don’t think. Big egg on the back of his head, Finn’s not happy. Mr Mumfies is nervous – what will I say?! He rings me and lets me know he is on the way to the hospital and I’m to go and collect the boys. I was home as Princess didn’t go to soccer training due to having a cold. Quick dash to get the boys and home to wait. Mr Mumfies rang often and wasn’t long before he was home again. The private hospitals are expensive but you don’t wait for more than a few minutes so that’s why we go there. They didn't have to wait at all. Glenn was carrying a crying Foo. We should get reward points I reckon! No x-ray done as they don’t like to x-ray young ones too much.

Once he was ok, apart from a sore back and headache of course, all I could then think about was – MY HOLIDAY! Mr Mumfies and I were due to go to Melbourne early the next morning for our three nights away we have every two years. Far out! I phoned my Mum and asked if she would give up her movie and lunch day to come and mind Foo so we could still go. Of course she did! She was coming after school anyway. Thanks Mum!

We didn’t get much sleep that night. We had to check on Foo all night to make sure he wasn’t unconscious. He had done this before when he was 6. He fell from a retaining wall and knocked out cold again. I thought he was dead as he was just all limp. I was nearly sick. It still upsets me when I think about it. I don’t want those feelings ever again.

Foo wasn't too impressed. He had to miss his Thursday morning tennis lesson, Thursday afternoon tennis fixtures, Friday afternoon school touch football (which was thankfully raining out) and club football on Sunday. He's keen as mustard to get back to it! He can go back to training tonight - with head gear on his head!