My gimp

Rhett had a pretty bad bike crash last Monday. He was on his way to work and slipped on a wet bridge. He cracked his helmet, completely tore up his elbow/leg/shoulder/hands, and ripped up his biking outfit. He's been very sore, but didn't feel any concern over a broken bone, etc. Granted, he is a very calm person and never makes a big deal over anything. I've been thinking that he needed to go get an x-ray of his arm all week. His elbow still has a very big lump on it. The first thing he said this morning when he woke up was that he needed to go get his arm checked out. When he feels concern, I know he means business. 1 urgent care office and 4 hours later, the doctor couldn't tell him anything. They told him that they couldn't read his x-ray. Uhhh, ok. They pacified him with a corny sling and a percocet Rx. Oye.