Wish us luck

Saturday Cade and Parker were playing tackle football outside. Cade came running into the house screaming that he broke his elbow... AGAIN. I was hoping he was just exaggerating the pain but after a couple of hours of non stop whining we headed to the ER. The ER doctor looked at the ex-rays and couldn't determine if it was broken so he called the radiologist to come look at the ex-rays. Side note... this is the larger than life night in Stillwater, BEDLAM. So glad we sold our tickets early! I'm sure the radiologist was less than thrilled to get that call. I can only imagine the poor guy trying to do a little tailgating before the game and R-I-N-G goes the phone. I have a feeling he really didn't want to answer that call. His opinion was to sling the arm and check in with the orthopedic to see if there's damage to the small tissue connecting the elbow. UUGGGHHH! My lil' wrestler is side lined, or side mat... whatever you call sitting out. So, off we go to the orthopedic tomorrow to find out the good news (cups half full today, I'm being optimistic!). The wrestling coaches seem to think the recovery time is about the same for tendon damage vs. a fracture. My lil' boy is fragile. He gets that from his Aunt Stacey. I'm taking no part in the lack of calcium in his diet and transfer all fault to you aunt Stacey. :-)