Well, THAT sucks.
Feb. 3rd, 2008 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnd today was shaping up to be such a good day, too. It was warm out. We had a good breakfast and a depressing conversation about the war in Iraq, but I had toast and fruit and things were good. I lazed about. I did some knitting. I folded some laundry and listened to some tunes. I practiced my pennywhistle and got better at one of the Morris tunes. I sat in front of a heater and did nothing at all. I showered, dressed, and put on one of my pretty skirts for English Country Dancing. Aunt E and the Elf Lord were supposed to play for the dancers.
No one's really sure what happened, as it all happened outside where no one was looking. One minute the Elf Lord was right behind us, the next minute he was right flat laid out on the brick steps. Near as we can tell it's his hip he landed on (he says) and it's his hip what's damaged, but no one's really sure how much the damage is. Or at least, no one was when I got picked up from the hospital. We wound up driving him there (which I thought was a mistake but the Elf Lord was most concerned about inconveniencing anyone, which I find saintly if misguided) and so it was about an hour wait in the ER to be seen by anyone. He was all right as long as he wasn't moved at all, and when he was moved he was in pretty excruciating pain. Those of you as have seen Firefly can imagine Simon Tam and his conversation about swearing. One of the things that the Elf Lord said, and I quote, was "I didn't say any bad words, did I?" Um. Yeah.
So. I'm here at the old creaky home-place by myself, with a couple of lights on and only the ticking clock and the black-nose kitty for company. I've got some hot veggie stewp (it's not stew or soup, it's stewp) for dinner, but other than that I'm pretty much sitting by the phone waiting for someone to call. Morris Bob's called twice now just to make sure I'm okay and did I know anything and did I need a ride to the hospital he'd be glad to drive me. Sweet man, but there's really not much as can be done until I hear from them at the hospital. Or until they come limping in the door. So... yeah.
This sucks.
ETA 2.5 hours later: Heard back from the Aunt and called around to people to let them know. Apparently yes, hip broken, not so bad as to need replaced but there will be pinning. Morphine is his friend right now and he's worried about/wants to play his fiddle. Silly, silly Elf Lord. I am sitting here and I've just about learned Balance the Straw on the pennywhistle, so I can surprise him with that when he gets home, but I think that's probably all the major news for tonight, unless they manage to zip him on into surgery.
Not sure if the Aunt is staying in the hospital or coming home, but frankly, given the option of her coming home and worrying (which I'm pretty sure she'd do) herself sick or spending a night in the hospital, I think I'll take the latter.
No one's really sure what happened, as it all happened outside where no one was looking. One minute the Elf Lord was right behind us, the next minute he was right flat laid out on the brick steps. Near as we can tell it's his hip he landed on (he says) and it's his hip what's damaged, but no one's really sure how much the damage is. Or at least, no one was when I got picked up from the hospital. We wound up driving him there (which I thought was a mistake but the Elf Lord was most concerned about inconveniencing anyone, which I find saintly if misguided) and so it was about an hour wait in the ER to be seen by anyone. He was all right as long as he wasn't moved at all, and when he was moved he was in pretty excruciating pain. Those of you as have seen Firefly can imagine Simon Tam and his conversation about swearing. One of the things that the Elf Lord said, and I quote, was "I didn't say any bad words, did I?" Um. Yeah.
So. I'm here at the old creaky home-place by myself, with a couple of lights on and only the ticking clock and the black-nose kitty for company. I've got some hot veggie stewp (it's not stew or soup, it's stewp) for dinner, but other than that I'm pretty much sitting by the phone waiting for someone to call. Morris Bob's called twice now just to make sure I'm okay and did I know anything and did I need a ride to the hospital he'd be glad to drive me. Sweet man, but there's really not much as can be done until I hear from them at the hospital. Or until they come limping in the door. So... yeah.
This sucks.
ETA 2.5 hours later: Heard back from the Aunt and called around to people to let them know. Apparently yes, hip broken, not so bad as to need replaced but there will be pinning. Morphine is his friend right now and he's worried about/wants to play his fiddle. Silly, silly Elf Lord. I am sitting here and I've just about learned Balance the Straw on the pennywhistle, so I can surprise him with that when he gets home, but I think that's probably all the major news for tonight, unless they manage to zip him on into surgery.
Not sure if the Aunt is staying in the hospital or coming home, but frankly, given the option of her coming home and worrying (which I'm pretty sure she'd do) herself sick or spending a night in the hospital, I think I'll take the latter.