Saturday afternoon I got a cryptic text from my son in Arkansas.
“Just got hurt.
Went mountain biking and crashed.”
“Hurt my ribs…
and can’t move my arm.”
By the time this tough guy drove himself home–yeah, I knowww– he was dizzy and starting to feel everything that had actually happened to him. Kortney took him to the hospital.
Long story short…
He broke his elbow. Bruised his kidney and ribs and has three compression fractures in his back.
This poor guy has an incredibly high pain tollerance. The doctor said he was amazed that he didn’t have a compound fracture of his arm and two broken collarbones.
He will need to see a specialist about his elbow and back on Monday.
Don’t get hurt on a Saturday…sheesh.
My poor boy.
I wish I could be there to hug him and make him soup. That always helps everything.
In the meantime, we’re all praying for a good outcome and swift healing.
We love you my boy.
