Yesterday morning, my son and I went to the hospital to control how things were going under
his arm's plaster. Bad. The broken bones had moved and were no more aligned.
So instead of a simple visit, we stayed the whole day there (went out at 10pm), as the displacement had to be fixed, meaning replacing the plaster under general anaesthetic, allowing the doctor to hopefully do a better job than in the Emergency Room last week.
We'll go back there next week to again control how things are going. If they go badly, surgery will be needed and I'll have a