On Sat while we were waiting for my dtr's soccer game to start my 10 yo son and I were goofing around with a football. We were playing two hand touch one with the ball the other trying to stop them from scoring. Two hand touch!!! Well I two hand touched him a little to hard I guess because he fell and I heard a loud snap, sort of like a dry stick being broke in half. This sound was followed by the most pain filled scream I have heard in a long time. Well he was laying there on his back screaming and I could see him guarding his left arm. I am a paramedic so deep down I knew what happened, BUTTTTTTTTTT Denial is not just a river in Egypt. There was a stick half under him and I had a glimmer of hope, he could move his fingers and even lift his arm. I eased his shirt off and then I saw it. Broken collar bone. His left clavicle to be anatomically correct. So, he misses the playoffs in football, the last three games of soccer, yes he plays both and he is upset about that he is going to miss the games. No piano, he is happy about that, no violin, unhappy about that. Now for me the worst, this was to be his first hunting season where he could actually hunt instead of just walking. He passed his hunter safety course and I bought him a 20 ga, youth model mossberg. 4 weeks till he is out of the sling but the ortho pod does not want a 20 ga. kicking him in that shoulder for 8-10 weeks:banghead: Now I do a group family text saying we are in the hospital. My mother, brother, and sister all texted the same thing. "LIKE FATHER LIKE SON". When I was in 2nd grade I was practicing judo with my father. He helped me a little on one throw and it threw me off balance and he landed on my right arm, breaking both bones in my right arm. I am right handed, my hand writing still suffers from the lack of practice in those formative years, well thats my story and I am sticking to it anyway. So I have one very unhappy youngster and I feel so bleepin guilty. Thanks for letting me vent.
Len S
Len S