Under the Collar

Few things delight a little brother as much as hearing nurses refer to the neck brace on his big sister as a collar. I snicker every time I think it. I just wish she had a leash! I should also note that I also find it fun that forever Alden and Amacker will be my "big sisters", when I am probably bigger than both of them put together. When I recount the numerous times they told me scary stories that kept me awake quivering in my bed -- giant squirrels and meely-wheelies were the names of the creatures that haunted my thoughts -- well don't think I don't have the occasional devilish impulse to thump Amacker on her sore leg when she's sleeping.

Anyway, at my evening visit Saturday Amacker was having the pads in her collar changed. They change the pads every 12 hours, but I've never managed to be in the room when they do it. I was glad I got to see what is underneath. The swelling is really almost gone. There is no bruising, and her stitches on the back of her neck are much more elegant than some of the others, and I think it will heal nicely leaving a very small scar in the back under the tresses of blonde and pink.

I was sort of hoping for Frankenstein bolts out of the side of her neck -- yet another thing for a little brother to poke fun at -- but no, she's going to look as lovely as she always has.