Hi RJ- we're doing great over here. One big happy drugged family-- it's the 60's all over again. Well, I'm the only one who's drugged... but I'm happy.
RJ, give me a chronology of your injury if you can remember... It's been almost a week since the surgery. I woke up at 6 this morning and my leg was just throbbing. I'm guessing the ibuprofen had worn off, so I took some. I had assumed the pain was just getting better on its own but I guess it's the round-the-clock IB that is keeping it at bay?
Last night we all went to the choir concert that I would have been singing in if not for the accident. BF sang, we went out with friends afterward, then back to the apt where we all fell into bed. Then bf was awakened by a phone call from his daughter who had just had a fender-bender and totalled her mom's car. (Someone hit her on the driver's side-- don't have details yet.)
So bf wearily put on his clothes and left to drive her from the scene of the accident to her mom's house and then back to school, which is local. He told me later that she wound up staying at her mom's house, which made a lot more sense to me than trying to make a 9:00 am class on Saturday.
