Well, after seven years of ricocheting around like a pinball, Anthony finally took a hit that he couldn't bounce back from. We were at a local park two Saturday's ago and he came to me crying, holding his arm from a fall off the monkey bars. My first thought was that he'd knocked the wind out of himself, but his right elbow didn't look quite right. My second thought was that he'd dislocated it, but nobody present was a doctor, so we had him hold a package of frozen deer meat to his arm (thanks Don) and took him in to the doctor's office. Poor kid had to wait forever in the not-so-prompt Prompt Care, but we finally got some x-rays and this is what it showed.
Doesn't take a doctor to see that's bad news. Unfortunately, our timing and choice of doctor was poor, so Anthony had to wait longer than he probably should have before we could get him hooked up with a proper ortho-doc. To make a long story short, we took him in to the hospital on Tuesday afternoon for surgery and came out that evening with patched, pinned, and slightly more subdued monkey boy.
He was basically back to normal by this weekend. Still a little painful, and highly inconvenienced by the sling on the wing, but generally in good spirits. He's only got a wrapped splint on now, but he'll get a fiberglass cast this week. When the nurses asked him what color of cast he wanted he said white - so that everyone could sign it.
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