Frankly, I'm just numb and annoyed and want to smack him and tell him that maybe we seriously need to look at giving up the bike. (We were talking about doing a trip up to Muir Woods or something this weekend. That would seem to be not happening.)
Looks suspiciously like my week off will see me back in care-taker mode.
IT'S THE SAME KIND OF FRACTURE ON THE OTHER LEG!!!!!!
ANOTHER FUCKING PLATEAU FRACTURE.
So the original "they'll pop it back in" routine he was selling me a few hours ago...not so much. Mind you...he's only been back at work for three months following the six months he needed off from the last fracture.
I'm completely numb at the prospect of going through this again.
He's made the decision that he is now an ex-biker.
If I have to spend a week sitting in the hospital room, I'm determined to make sure I'm writing most of the time. Last year I read New Yorkers, instead of writing. Not this time.
At least, thank god, he's at Kaiser and NOT SF General. The ER is NOT full of people on gurneys screaming and bleeding.
Did I mention his sister is still in the hospital from her latest fall/bone break as well, so I'm probably going to have to deal with her?
Man this would be a good time for some sugar.