The school had probably called 911 once previously and got yelled at for doing so by the parent - you know the "my child, my decision etc." and didn't want to pay for the ambulance.
Hair - my folks did the same thing when I broke my arm as a young 'un, 'course we didn't have 911 or paramedics at the firehouse in those days.
When spring does arrive, we have lots of daylilies to split and transplant. Several raised beds need more dirt and compost.
Now that I think about it, we went to the doctor's office. He pronounced it broken (which I was pretty sure was the case), set it and put on a plaster cast. Third grade time frame, guess I was 8 or so. Heh, the doctor's office was on the second floor of an office building in my hometown.