So when 16-year-old Kelly came home from skiing a week and a half ago with a hurt arm, Paul and I thought it was sprained and didn’t take him to the clinic. His right arm was swollen, Kelly said it wasn’t too bad, and he could move his arm and fingers.
Looking back, Kelly was on spring break and he planned to ski all week. His arm remained swollen for a few days while Kelly continued to ice it. And he went skiing on Saturday. We thought all was fine.
On Monday, Kelly came to me that evening, "I think I should have my arm checked."
Further discussion revealed that he was still in pain, he couldn’t turn his hand palm up, and it hurt to turn a doorknob.
I called the clinic and got him in Wednesday evening. The appointment was with a man that I’ve been known to argue with, once in the doctor’s office and once on the soccer field.
Kelly got his arm x-rayed, I didn’t fight with the physician’s assistant, and we found out Kelly had a chipped bone right at the wrist. The PA wanted us to see an orthopaedic hand specialist. He didn’t know if the orthopaedist would want to remove the chip or leave it.
Friday, we brought the x-rays to the specialist. He said the bone chip might be from a previous injury (Kelly had broken his right arm four years ago) and he wasn’t worried about that. However, he said Kelly had a fracture of the ulna bone, the bone that runs along the outside of the arm. I couldn’t believe it. I sat in the exam room feeling guilty for not having his arm checked out sooner, but also relieved that we finally did have it looked at. And the doc said, he would have had a worse break if he had fallen again. We let him go skiing last weekend!
Kelly didn’t need a cast, but a splint. We went to the therapy center next, and an occupational therapist molded a splint for his arm. His skiing season is over. With April approaching, he may have had two more weeks, at the most, so it isn’t tragic.
I’m thankful that Kelly’s arm is taken care of now.