That text was accompanied with a photo of my grandson. He was adorned with a sling and a smile.
One call, added to the assurance of the smile in the photo, kept me out of "freaked out" mode.
It seems my grandson took a tumble off his scooter the night before. In the morning he couldn't dress without pain and tears while lifting his arm.
A trip to the doctor's office and then to the hospital for an x-ray led to the answer.
Diagnosis: Broken. Fractured clavicle to be exact.
Goodbye baseball season (practice starts this week).
Hello button down shirts.
I'm sure the collar bone will heal fine. The hard part is going to keep this active little guy somewhat restricted for the next 4-6 weeks.
Have you ever had a "Broken" diagnosis?