Saturday, February 23, 2008
Oops, he did it again
Today Ben went snowboarding at Sundance. Before the left the house, the last thing I said to him was: "Don't get hurt, ok?" I guess he didn't hear me. Six hours later I got a phone call from Ben. This is how it went:
Me: "Hi honey, how's the snowboarding going?"
Ben: "Uh... not so good. I think I broke my foot."
Me : "Whatever, very funny. So when are you going to be home?"
Ben: "We're coming down the mountain right now, so 20-30 minutes."
Me: "Ok, bye."
20 minutes later, Ben stumbles in the house, hopping on one foot, obviously in pain. I thought it was kidding about the foot- he always kids about that stuff. Poor Ben's foot was all swollen and had a funny bump on it. After he took a quick, one-footed shower, we went to the hospital, which is a convenient 4 blocks away.
After x-rays and whatnot, we received Ben's diagnosis: Alas, his foot was indeed broken. Now he has a little brace/split thing and has to see a specialist on Monday after the swelling is gone. Dang my accident prone husband!
For the record, this makes 2 ER visits in 2 months.