So one day Keith ticked off Shannon and she kicked him in the shin in response. 2 days later I'm sitting in the emergency room with the little twerp! He flat out refused to budge from his bed until he saw a doctor because his leg hurt.
Obviously he was not dying, so I was voted the lucky one to go with him. The nurses and doctor seemed to find the whole story pretty amusing. We took pictures to pass the time. Keith's new nickname is "hypo", for hypochondriac.
1 1/2 hours later we left with an ace bandage. For his deep tissue bruise. He was still using the ace bandage a week later. Even though there was nothing on his leg to see.....
Yup, this is the culprit. Now there is a sizable lump under the scrap, but seriously, can you believe all the nonsense over this?