We spent the day out looking for desks and furniture and such. We have a big empty house except for our bed and our computer desks (folding tables. About all we came up with was some shelf units to hold stuff int the computer rooms. I am big on not buying the first thing I see this time around. I did buy some glass baking stuff, cake and bread pans that kind of thing. I want to toss out all the old metal ones that get rusty. I hate that. Ken did get a hair cut today. It turns out I am married to a man after all, amazing whats under all that hair.
After we got home kens foot was hurting so I took him to the hospital. It was sweet. It took about an hour or just over to get in. I got to wheel him around the ER in a wheel chair. Did you know its almost impossible to do wheelies in a wheel chair when the handle keeps popping off? That was a disapointment but I will live. Ken on the other hand just sat there whimpering. I am not sure if it was his sore foot or my driving. I was very supportive however. I told him to suck it up and be a man.
In the emergency room they put him in there was a tv which was good because they have glass doors on the rooms so you cant go and poke into everything in the room and pretend to be Doogie Howser, M.D without the nurse glaring at you, so I got to watch independance day and pretend I was good.
Then, and now this is the good part, a guy walks in and goes 'I got a pain shot for you' stands ken up and 'wham' right in the arse. It hurt so much he forgot about his foot. I tell you the wonders of mondern day medication. I have never seen anyone cured of pain so fast. So instead of sitting there complaining about his foot he sat there complaining about his arse. I figure they should give him one in the foot to make him forget his arse but alas I am not a doctor. After xrays and before the movie ended, much to my annoyance, they decided it was a sprain and sent him home with pain killers and told him to lay down alot. He is good at that although like a kid as soon as he is told to do something he already does he does not want to do it any more.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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I have never been more thankful that you are not my doctor.
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