Because it's not May...

Just after lunch Jake called me from school. It's never a good thing when your child calls from school in the middle of the day. He was playing at recess, running around, and tripped and fell. He needed a change of pants because his were all wet and muddy, oh and by the way, when he fell he landed on his wrist and it really hurts... like it did last year when he broke it. I grabbed a new pair of pants, loaded up the girls and wondered what the odds are of him breaking his arm at school three times in three years.

I got to the school and went in to see if we really needed a trip to the InstaCare or if he was being a bit of a hypochondriac because he has broken that arm before. What I thought I could tell from looking at his arm and having him rotate it, other than that it was slightly swollen, I don't know. I admit freely that I am pretty useless when it comes to medical crises, no matter how big or small, and my personal preference for dealing with a medical question is "Better Safe Than Sorry", so we were off to the InstaCare for an x-ray.

Being now old hands at this procedure we were in and out in just over an hour, which I think may be a personal best for this family and an InstaCare visit. The doctor's first question on reading the x-ray was, "Has he broken this arm before?" When told that, "...yes, yes he has, less than a year ago as a matter of fact," she nodded her head and said, "Okay that makes more sense. I thought that looked like an old fracture."  The diagnosis was a sprain and he has to wear a splint for five days. The doctor reassured me that because of the nature of the injury and the history of previous injuries I was exactly right to bring him in and have an x-ray. (I probably should have gotten that in writing in case the insurance tries to fight me on the billing later...) A change of pants and a wrist splint later Jake got sent back to school for the day while I got to fill out forms in the office about how he was injured.

While we were waiting to see the doctor I jokingly sent a text to my friend who works in the InstaCare, and who was at work both other times that Jake has broken his arm, that we came to see her at work and missed her. She texted me back that Jake couldn't have broken his arm because he only does that in May. I guess she was right...