Sometimes difficult child just amazes me with his lack of common sense. Saturday he was helping out at a park (big shock to me......he VOLUNTEERED! ) and apparently fell. His knee was very bruised and had some contusions and swelling but he seemed to be ok the rest of the weekend. We iced it, gave him OTC stuff, etc. but he didn't complain about it so I wasn't worried. And trust me, if it was bothering him, he would have let us know. (We weren't home at the time and didn't find out about it till later which tells me that, while it was a nasty fall to his knee, wasn't REAL bad) Ask him though and he fell 10 feet, hit his temple on the corner of the picnic table, blacked out, etc. but yet no one called us at the time or even later to check and I know the people he was with would have had it been that bad. Fast forward to today (Monday).......he got into a fight on the bus and the other kid kicked him a few times in the same knee. Wound up taking him to the ER, no broken bones but he's on crutches. We leave the ER with a rx so I head to the drug store then to Wendy's to get supper and back to the drug store. It wasn't quite ready so I parked and went inside leaving difficult child in the car to eat, car running, cell phone in plain sight, purse in sight (just took my wallet in) and windows down. I'm inside FIVE minutes, turn around and there stands difficult child on his crutches, no keys or purse in sight. They are still in the RUNNING car in the parking lot. We live in a small town but by small I mean five digit population and there are plenty of car thefts. Race out of the store, fortunately car is still there and everything is untouched. Turned it off, lock up and go back inside. Get the pain medications, go home and then difficult child decides that he's got to get his clothes out of the dryer RIGHT NOW but can barely walk on the crutches. He HAS to have a shower right now but can't put weight on the one leg. (I'll hang onto the bar......it's a wash cloth bar.......NOT weight bearing.) More bickering, more arguing and he storms to his room as best he can. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH His pain medications are only rx strength naproxyn but I reeeeeeeeeally wish they were the knock you out (and shut you up) kind.