Any hints on surviving a kid with Osgood Schlatter? Bonzo's feeling persecuted...

Osgood Schlatter, A.K.A. “growing pains”, is where the long leg bones are growing too fast for the muscles and tendons to keep up. So the kid has knee pain, sometimes for months, before he says anything. Occurs most often in athletic boys age 11-13.

So we’re talking Bonzo–textbook case, age 13, shoots baskets, roller blades, etc., complains sporadically of knee pain for the last 6 months, we (and he) thought he had just sprained it. We finally take him to the Sports Medicine doctor, hear the dread phrase “Osgood Schlatter Disease”.

Basically, you address the symptoms and wait for him to grow out of it. You do stretching exercises (“if the front of your knee hurts, that’s because your hamstrings are too tight”), put ice on it when it hurts (we heard all about the frozen bag of peas and the rubbing alcohol slushy–very kewl, I thought), take ibuprofen or Tylenol, and most of all, LAY OFF THE KNEE.

He came home from school yesterday, said, “My knee hurts real bad.” He went and sat on the couch with the ice bag for a grand total of 5 seconds, by the clock, and then he went outside to shoot baskets with Cody.

He says, “The stretching exercises hurt, they’re stoopid.” I say, “That’s because your hamstrings are tight, so keep doing them and it’ll loosen up.” He says, “The doctor was wrong, it isn’t Osgood Schlatter, it’s something else.” He doesn’t want it to be a ho-hum “syndrome”, he wants it to be a spectacular injury.

He was angry because, he said, “The doctor said don’t do it if it hurts, and everything hurts.” He wasn’t gonna do the ice, wasn’t gonna do the exercises, wasn’t gonna do the Tylenol, wasn’t gonna do the rest-the-knee thing. Finally he’s decided he’s gonna do some of the exercises, and some of the ice, but only so he can go back for his appointment in 2 weeks and laugh in the guy’s face, “ha ha, you were wrong, your sucky exercises didn’t work and my knee still hurts!”

So this morning we surfed the Internet for a while, together, looking up Osgood Schlatter, and discovered, among other things, that if he can’t manage to lay off the knee, he may end up in an immobilizing knee brace (hip to ankle) for X number of months to let it heal. Can’t tell yet whether this has had an impact on him–he says he knows 4 other guys in the 8th grade who have it, and they just keep on playing, too. “And Cam has a really huge bump on his knee, too!”

Anybody else had to deal with this? Shall I strap him to the couch, or what?

[insert emoticon for completely exasperated mom]

“I’ve got Osgood Schlatter’s disease, and he’s got mine!” – Groucho Marx.

I had this in high school, but not as bad, and I was a couch potato nerd tuba-player, so taking it easy wasn’t a problem. They put me into the gym class for special needs kids and I got to learn new stretches and better ways of doing exercises without hurting myself.

That might work for your son. The other thing that might work would be to find some local star-level athlete from high school, and get him to coach your kid and tell him to stop being an idiot.

Oh, DDG, I feel your pain. I have a 12 year old and you can’t get him to be still for more than a minute unless you duct tape him to the couch.

The YoungBun has not had Osgood Schlatter, but he has had some outrageous ‘growing pains’ (I suspect O.S. is in our future, his dad is over 6 feet…). One thing that worked for us was soaking in a hot bath. If your Dr, recommended ice, go with it, but I don’t think it could hurt to try a hot tub. The bath might be more comfortable to Bonzo and he might stay put a little longer.

Also, I wondered, does your young’un like to read? Maybe you could buy him one of his favorite books and only let him have it to read when he is sitting under his ice packs?

Then again, there’s always money. Maybe you could set up a system where he gets a dollar for every half hour he sits with the ice on his knee. I know my kid will do pretty much anything for cash, :wink: .

Good luck,
3Bmama

I had Osgoods when i was the same age (i was a very active gymnast) and i hated having to lay off my knee. I’m afraid i don’t have any real advice to you because i was a good girl and didn’t do the things i wasn’t supposed to, but i do remember was one of motivations for this was that the more i rested it, the sooner it would be repaired and the sooner i could get back to vaulting and timbling and things like that without it hurting. But one of the troubles with kids is that they do love gruesome injuries!

But money sounds good - a quid for every half an hour or so. That certainly would’ve made me sit up and pay attention. In fact, money was the reason i stopped tormenting my parents every night be coming dowstairs 5 or 6 times after they put me to bed. Nevermind principles, go with what works :slight_smile:

Fran

Perhaps show him some of the really terribly awful things that can happen if he doesn’t do as the doc suggests? Or flat-out forbid him to play until he does the exercises, and forbid him to play until he’s done them and his schoolwork? Schoolwork would at least get him to sit down for a bit, right?

The gym teacher should know, as should any faculty or whoever is watching the kids during recess.

BTW, how tall’s he now?

When I was diagnosed with this, it was during the summer so gym glass wasn’t a problem. Continuing my job as a caddy at the local country club was (and those rich people tip well!). Fortunately, I was madly in love with computers, so I loved any excuse to spend a day straight in front of one. Not much has changed since then.

If he’s got a Playstation or Nintendo (and it seems every kid does these days…) encourage him to play it with the ice packs on his knees. After all, what kid needs to go outside and actually play a sport when they can play a realistic simulation of it on their TV?

Thank you, everybody. He has now decided to get “into” it and make himself an expert on it. He gave me a 5-minute talk this morning on the difference in pain relief between ibuprofen and acetominophen. Yesterday I went to the store and got some heavy-duty Ziploc baggies (the first rubbing alcohol slushy, in a sandwich baggie, broke and leaked all over), and we experimented with different colors. (It’s 1 part rubbing alcohol to 4 parts water for a harder slushy, 1 part rubbing alcohol to 3 parts water for a softer slushy. Label prominently with skull and crossbones.) We got one the exact shade of blood, the “blood bag”. Kewl. :cool: And he’s also decided to be an expert on ice. The frozen peas are the kewlest so far, with the slushy second, and the Osco “grandma’s” ice bag a distant third.

Thanks for the suggestions, all. He did go through a very brief period of “liking to read”, but that lasted only until he’d polished off the fourth Harry Potter book a couple of weeks ago. Now he’s back to Pokemon hint magazines and WWF fan mags.

How tall is he? He’s taller than I am! :eek: Actually, that’s not saying much, I’m 5’4". Hmm. He’s probably 5’6". Like the Better Half, he’s short and very stocky. Big heavy bones, big muscles. So evidently OSD isn’t just for tall people.

And yeah, actually, I never thought I’d be grateful that he likes Playstation so much. On my agenda today is to go rent some games. “And, um, Mom? Try not to get dorky games, okay?” He knoweth not what he asketh…

Life goes on.