The Bee's Knees

Ok, that's a really goofy title for this post, but it really is about knees....well just one knee. My son's knee. He was playing football yesterday during lunch break at school when he slipped and fell on a mud puddle twisting his knee as he fell. Then a kid fell on top of the already twisted knee. So I got a call from the school nurse yesterday to come and get him. When I got there, he was sitting in a wheelchair with his leg propped up and ice packs on it. I don't know what I expected, really, but seeing him in a wheelchair was not it. My heart kind of jumped into my throat. We loaded him up into the car and I brought him home. Why didn't I take him straight to the doctor's office, you ask? Well, one thing you have to know about my son is that he loves to be dramatic and exaggerate everything. So I brought him home to check and see if it was swollen, and to have him put his leg up, and see just how bad it was. It wasn't swollen at all, and sometimes I would catch him doing things with his legs and feet that he wouldn't be able to do if it was really hurt all that bad. BUT, he whined about it all night and didn't feel like he could go to school today, so I called him out and took him to the doctor. She said that he probably bruised his ligament that goes over his knee cap, and also the upper portion of the shin bone, and to keep it elevated today, and use crutches to walk on for the rest of the week. So now I kind of feel like a heel...not believing him when he said it hurt really really bad. But if you knew our history, you might understand my point of view in being skeptical when it comes to incidents like this. I hate not being able to completely trust my own son. I feel like such a bad mom at times like these.
Here's hoping I do a better job next time a situation like this happens.......