On Monday I got a text from my wife Mayra , reading that my son matthew had injured his arm. I rushed to his grandmas house to see what was really goingg on. She assurred me that he was fine. I had a gut feeling that he was not ok. When I arrrived I found him in grandmas arms with his poor little right ainner elbow. I rm resting on a pillow, motionless. I felt a sense of panic at this point. I knew that something was wrong. I was told that he was not responding to anyone and that he just wanted to lay down with grandma and not move. I put on my father tone of voice and carefully asked him what was wrong. Matthew told me that his arm hurt. I scaled the question and he told me that it hurt him alot. I managed to get hime to stand on the floor and get a better look at his arm. Immedialtey, I noticed a bump on his inner elbow aka humerus supracondylar. I decided he needed t go to urgent care immediately. I felt no emotion, but i knew what had to be done.
At the doctors, we learned that he had fracured his elbow (humerus supracondylar). Of course, I felt terrible but the good news wa that it was not an ugly break and that he was not in too much pain. They put a splint on him and asked him to come back the following morning to see the orthopedic section. Matthew was in good spirits to be out of the doctors office. He even posed for a picture.
Initially, I was upset at everyone else for not supervising him and telling him to get off of the fuckin couch. But then I became realistsic and remembered that matthew is a stubborn, no listenin, do what I want, fuck yo couch kinda guy and was going to do whatever he wanted, despite people telling him to get off the couch. I have to admit that his mischieviousness kinda makes me giggle( in pride).
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