My 15 year old son had a brilliant idea last week while at the local roller skating arena. Let me rewind just a bit, first, however. My son does not roller skate, roller blade, ice skate or really skate in any fashion. Although he's pretty good on the long board and does wear skater shoes, these two things do not a skater make. He insisted that he was going to just "hang out" with his friends, sit and talk. $5 later, he was safely in the skating arena talking and having fun with friends..... or so I thought.
It just so happens that my daughter-in-law's sister, who is the same age as my son, was there also. Since she can skate well, here is where my son's brilliant idea entered the picture. "She can teach me to skate!" And it went downhill from there. As soon as he stepped foot on the rink, he fell backwards, twisting his wrist and falling on the bent arm. I, however, didn't know all of this until later on in the night when I arrive to pick up said son who is outside, leaning on the building, holding his arm with a grimace on his face. Great! A half an hour later we realized there might truly be a problem and literally raced to the InstaCare clinic before they closed for the night where the doctor x-rayed and surprisingly announced we had a green stick break.
Green stick break? Huh? Apparently it's a fracture unique to pediatrics because young bones are still so flexible. At least it wasn't near the growth plates. I'd hate to have a son with one short little tyrannosaurus-like arm. He'd probably hate it even more than me.
So, four days spent in a temporary cast to ensure that any swelling went down before getting the real cast. The plan was to get purple. Of course, we all know how plans go.
Sadly, there was no purple casting material to be had. So my incredibly handsome non-skating son now has a bright blue cast for the next 6 weeks. Did I mention he's already sick of it?
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