Why do they call it URGENT care anyway?

Well, Josh won the record for the first "injury" since arriving home with us, not quite 2 months ago.

I'm not even sure how he did it. He was playing around at the gym and did a cartwheel. He's done hundreds of uneventful cartwheels over the past two months. Not to mention the front handspring on his first day of gymnastics, the running, diving, jumping, and absolute craziness at the gym.

But something about this cartwheel was different. Different because he came up grabbing his arm saying "Oh, oh, oh." When I looked at his arm, there was a bulge on the inner aspect, just below the elbow. ( I was afraid it was a bone...eewww) He could move it, but could not stand to push or pull with it.

When I told him we would have to go get an Xray. He said, "No, I have another one." (Another arm...)

Justine was quite worried about him. Some of the cuter things she had to say were,

"We'd better get him a wheelchair."

"Oh man, he's falling apart."

"I don't think he's going to make it."

She had all of us laughing. Even Josh.

So here we are "Urgent Care" deciding that it should actually be called "Delay Care," or "Linger Care." What kind of mother would I be if I didn't take a picture of my boy's first Xray? (at least the first that we know of.)

We sat for 4 hours to get an xray and to find out that it was actually a pulled or torn flexor/extensor muscle that herniated through the fascia.

For you non-medical people, basically it means, he'll be fine with some ice, ibuprofen, a pressure wrap and some rest. He's feeling much better, and most of all he doesn't have to miss the soccer game on Saturday. That's what he was most worried about. His soccer coach was calling us at Urgent Care to find out whether he was OK or not. Can you say "Ringer?"