
So I drug up, chill out on the couch (since the doctor says I can't be out in the sunlight for two fucking weeks-does she realize that my favorite thing to do is landscape and work in my yard???) and watch a movie. My wife takes our son to a skateboarding park so that he can prepare for an upcoming competition that he's been excited about. I get almost all the way through the movie, and my wife calls me on the way to the ER. She said my son fell on his elbow, and it looked deformed. She said another mother who was there is a nurse, and she said it looked like it wasn't broken, just dislocated.
So I sit here drugged and covered head to toe (literally) with poison ivy and itching like HELL and hear back from her that they did an xray and that it's dislocated AND broken. He'll be in a cast for the next 6 weeks. I thought she'd be in and out of there in a couple of hours, and it didn't make since for me to drive for 30 minutes just to see them when they were heading home.
Here it is 9:47pm, and they STILL aren't home!



And here's some wise advice for all of you here...
Don't touch your meat stick while urinating, or scratch your ass while you have poison ivy.... it's a bad thing!


