The boy and his broke ass arm

After the Friday night eye-rolling incident, The boy and my nephew were coming in the kitchen to get something to drink. My nephew bumped into the boy and he said.."Owwwwwch! Watch my arm!"

He is a skateboarder, and is always falling.bleeding.hurt.
or something. I tell him to come closer, so that I can get a better look.
After the interrogation, and mom playing Doctor and a second opinion by my non doctor brother..the final diagnosis: fucking broken.

OMIGOD! His poor little elbow is fucked up. Real fucked up. As in let's go to the hospital now, fucked up. When I tell him that we are going to the hospital, he started to cry a little.
"Am I gonna have to spend the night there?" He asks me.
Nope..you probably just need an X-Ray, I say.
My nephew, the boy, my sister-in-law/friend, and I head to the hospital.

I wondered, why wasn't I made aware of this earlier? I swear, why I gotta be finding out at 10pm that the boys arm is all jacked up? The boy's ace boon's mother, who is also a friend of mine, picks the boy up from camp every day. He chills at her house till I get home. She was at my house all evening, and said nothing. I guess that's another story.

Apparently, the X-rays were inconclusive, so the boy needs to go see an orthopedic surgeon.
And finding one that takes his insurance has been a bitch. Phone calls, referrals and appointments, that's all I been doing all morning.
*Mental note to self--get the boy a different health insurance--one that doesn't treat him like a 3rd class citizen**

Looks like I will be off work for the next few days..