"Cripple fight!"

[batskeets]

So I spent much of my Friday at home, feeling feverish, and throwing up anything I ate. Boy finally managed to make something that I could keep down late that night: some fabulous homemade chicken soup. D'aww.

I got up on Saturday, and Boy was down at the studio getting it prepped for a renter, and I tried to eat a normal-ish meal of eggs and toast. I was jabbering with Erick and got about 3/4ths of the way through that, when Erick got a text from Boy, saying that he'd messed up his arm, and could somebody come pick him up?

So, I hopped the bus to go retrieve Boy and my car. Thankfully, I didn't have to see my eggs and toast again, because that would've been *really* unpleasant during a 40-minute bus-and-MAX trip. :/

Story is, Boy was up on the ladder changing backdrop rolls at the studio, when the ladder gave way and slid out, so he landed sort-of on all-fours, but the left arm got more of the business end of things. X-rays today showed no fractures they could find (phew), but it's a *nasty* sprain, and there's a possibility of torn ligaments. But, all things considered, he came out of it pretty lucky.

So, yeah, this is officially Cripple Weekend, and we've been sitting around watching a crapton of movies on Netflix, with him trying not to move his arm, and me balled up on my side because, even though I'm not puking anymore, digesting food is still a highly, highly uncomfortable process. :p It's definitely put me off oatmeal for a while. (seriously. I threw up oatmeal?)

Tomorrow needs to not be Monday, because I basically got robbed on the whole "having a nice weekend" thing. BOO-URNS.

Comments

[lillilah]

Back when my gallstones were really awful and I was throwing up all the time, I tended to eat oatmeal a lot, as it is way less miserable to throw up oatmeal than just about anything else. Anyway, that was my thought.