Today, you get two posts for the price of one.
We had approximately one zillion kids playing at our house this afternoon - it was a national holiday, and the kids had to go somewhere. Just as two parents came to pick up some kids, and Bart was leaving to take more of them to basketball practice, Shay chased down a football, tripped, and landed hard on his elbow.
I propped him on the couch with an ice pack, but he kept getting more and more uncomfortable. The arm didn't look swollen, but he couldn't move it at all.
As soon as Bart returned from basketball with Aidan, Shay and I headed out to the Arab Medical Center ER, where we were met by the orthopedic surgeon. Nice guy, spotless English - he took us off for x-rays, and a team of folks muttered over the x-rays in Arabic before deciding that the arm is not broken. It looks as though Shay tore some ligaments, though.
So now, we're $150 poorer. Shay has his right arm in a sling, and he's banned from sports at least until Saturday, when we'll go back for a follow-up visit.
Some people will do anything to get out of studying for a spelling test.
Happy Prophet Mohammed's Birthday, everyone!