Last Friday my youngest son, who is 13, got into the car when I went to pick him up from school and announced that he broke his elbow. He said he was playing with friends and ended up tripping over one of them when they went down in a “chase” type game. He’d flown through the air and landed on his elbow in the gravel.
I took a good look at it, asked him to move it around and then told him it was just a bruise and that it would be fine. He seemed to accept that for a while but that afternoon, now and then, as he was going about his business pretty much as usual, he’d pipe up and say “It’s broken.” I assured him it wasn’t and laughingly told him to rub some dirt on it. He responded that since I’d never broken anything, I wouldn’t know how it feels.
We went to a Ducks Unlimited event that night…an auction to raise money for our wetlands. We ate and socialized. At one point I saw him with my phone researching the WebMD site. He looked at me and affirmed that his elbow was broken because “even WebMD said so. When we got home, I told him we’d go get it checked out in the morning since I wanted to prove my point. He bet me a trip to a local hamburger joint that he was right.
The next morning arrived and off we went. It WAS broken! Not just a little but one of the bones had a nice sized fracture all the way through it from one side to the other. Apparently, according to the doctor, the little knobby part had almost broken off completely. Great!
My son who is very good natured just looked at me and said “You owe me a burger” so off we went. He ate a burger and fries for lunch. I ate crow!