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  • We were celebrating his cousins birthdays, when he fell of a ladder. He was in great pain, and it didn't go away. We went to the hospital, and got to talk to a nurse after waiting just a little while.

    She said to Folke that he was going to see the doctor, and then have a picture taken of his arm with a very special camera, one that could look into the arm. She brought him a box of stickers and bookmarks, and a cup of painkilling medicine. She said that if he drank all of the medicine, he could choose a reward from the box. The she left us.

    He cried as i tried to pour the medicine in to his mouth, he cried as I tried to persuade him. He cried out of pain in the arm, out of fear of the doctor, but most of all because he didn't want to drink the medicine. He found a bookmark with a kangaroo, that he wanted. For that, he took a couple of sips. I let him have the reward, but didn't know what to do next.

    I looked deep into the box, and there, beneath all the stickers and stuff, in the corner, was a small, shiny ring. I showed it to him, and I could see how much he wanted it. "You have to drink all of the medicine", I said. "OK", he said, and took a small sip. "All of it Folke", I said, and he cried and took another small sip. This went on for a while. It took him painfully long, but eventually, he earned the ring.

    As the painkiller started to have effect he felt better. And he was so happy about the ring, that he almost wasn't afraid any more.

    When the doctor came, Folke said that he was fine now, and that he wanted to go home. I said "Fine, is it ok if you try to bend your arm then?" "Nooo", he cried. "Mabye it hurts just a little..."

    The doctor examined the arm, and then took us to the x-ray room. A nurse instructed him on how to hold his arm, and I was instructed to leave the room while they x-rayed. I had to watch my little boy from outside. He did his very best. His little body on the chair, his little arm on the table, and the image of his little bones on the display. They took many pictures, from different angles. They repositioned the armed, twisted and dragged, and after a while he couldn't help crying again. But he cooperated and followed instructions the whole time.

    It turned out his arm wasn't broken. I felt great relief, and we went back to the birthday party. After a while, the arm only hurt while bending it all the way. A week later, he still won't take the hospital bracelet off. He thinks it's cool.

    And I installed a reward box at home to. That thing really makes the boring stuff of everyday musts much easier.
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