My son, a toddler, complained to me of intermittent pain in his thigh. He would even limp. There was no bruising and no confessed-to injury. So, after a while, I took him to the pediatrician. The doc examined the leg and asked some appropriate questions. Then, he looked over to me and mouthed, “I can’t find anything wrong.” After a minute or two, the exam ended and we went home. The son declared later that night, “Doctor XXX cured my leg. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” It never did.
Same son, eighth grade at the time, complained of a leg pain in a different place within his leg. The doc checked him out, then discussed a variety of issues with him (I was present), and then told us both that the son’s bones were growing faster than his ligaments, a condition called Osgood-Schlatter disease. He felt it wasn’t serious but said the only treatment was, and here the doc looked apologetic, was for the son to not be quite so athletic. He then went on to state, “That’s not going to happen.” It didn’t.
At present the kid is an active duty Special Forces.
That’s Awesome, I’m a fellow former Osgood-Schlatter patient, diagnosed at 12, no real treatment either. Joined the USMC at 17, did fine with PT.