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Deck us all with Boston Charlie
Well, this year we spent Christmas Day at the ER. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel went down on some ice on Elm Street around noon and wrenched his ankle so badly I had to go into Davis and retrieve him from Starbucks, where he had managed to hobble; Harvard Vanguard was closed unless we could get to Kenmore or Braintree (no), so we headed to our old friend the Mount Auburn ER. Verdict, several hours later: a fracture in the tibia that runs into the joint (things you do not want to hear both the X-ray tech and the covering doctor say: "I've never seen anything like that before!"); Rob has been splinted and sent home on crutches with instructions to come back and see the surgeon on Friday; eggnog has been postponed until Boxing Day and I failed to notify everyone in time, but we are opening presents with my parents in Lexington, God damn it, because it is Christmas nonetheless.
I got my husband the new DVD of Jack Benny's legendary flop The Horn Blows at Midnight (1945). My husband got me two new books of Larry Marder's Beanworld. My parents got us a lot of kitchen implements and a gorgeous artist's proof that looks like a cross between an original poster for Equus and a line drawing by Cocteau. (The company I work for got me a combination calendar and calculator. I've never received a present from a corporate entity before. It is exactly as personal as I would have expected.) We're eating spanakopita and clementines. Rob will be eating some painkillers as soon as we can find a twenty-four-hour pharmacy.
And for the new year, we'd really like no more ER visits, please. That is our wish for a Twelfth Night present. Tumult and revelry, bring it on. I got nothing to say to hospitals.
derspatchel went down on some ice on Elm Street around noon and wrenched his ankle so badly I had to go into Davis and retrieve him from Starbucks, where he had managed to hobble; Harvard Vanguard was closed unless we could get to Kenmore or Braintree (no), so we headed to our old friend the Mount Auburn ER. Verdict, several hours later: a fracture in the tibia that runs into the joint (things you do not want to hear both the X-ray tech and the covering doctor say: "I've never seen anything like that before!"); Rob has been splinted and sent home on crutches with instructions to come back and see the surgeon on Friday; eggnog has been postponed until Boxing Day and I failed to notify everyone in time, but we are opening presents with my parents in Lexington, God damn it, because it is Christmas nonetheless.I got my husband the new DVD of Jack Benny's legendary flop The Horn Blows at Midnight (1945). My husband got me two new books of Larry Marder's Beanworld. My parents got us a lot of kitchen implements and a gorgeous artist's proof that looks like a cross between an original poster for Equus and a line drawing by Cocteau. (The company I work for got me a combination calendar and calculator. I've never received a present from a corporate entity before. It is exactly as personal as I would have expected.) We're eating spanakopita and clementines. Rob will be eating some painkillers as soon as we can find a twenty-four-hour pharmacy.
And for the new year, we'd really like no more ER visits, please. That is our wish for a Twelfth Night present. Tumult and revelry, bring it on. I got nothing to say to hospitals.
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It's been ridiculous.
I very much hope next year is better.
Thank you! I wish you the same freedom from medical bobcat. This year has contained a lot of bobcat that way.
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It's been ridiculous! I do not ever recall, like Scrooge with his ghosts, asking to take all our medical emergencies at once and get them over with.
Hope there will be no more of those, but much light and revelry.
Thank you. We are doing what we can!
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OUCH...
Feel better, Spatch!
And for the new year, we'd really like no more ER visits, please.
Amen!
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From your mouth to Apollo's ears.
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I tell my docs I have never been called normal... sigh..
hope things improve, and your holidays are ER free from here on out.
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Thank you. So far we only have some follow-up visits! Lately that's ahead of the curve!
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Thank you!
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Thank you. I'm sure we can't ward them all off (it seems presumptuous), but we can at least space them more widely and dampen the severity a bit!
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Thank you! We're trying!
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Thank you!
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I am really hoping these were all the ER visits of 2014, jostling ahead in the queue!
Best wishes, good thoughts, and those presents sound great.
Thank you! The kitchen implements are on slight hold, but everything else is being enjoyed!
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Thank you!
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Enough is enough: I wish you no more ER visits this year, next year, and all the tomorrows after that.
I hope
*hugs*
Nine
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Seriously! We know!
Enough is enough: I wish you no more ER visits this year, next year, and all the tomorrows after that.
Thank you.
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*sigh*I really hope you have a year with excellent health for the both of you, in addition to much love and enough headspace to breath. I know you have the second; I'm not 100% sure on the third.
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Thank you. I won't say we'll make breathing room if it kills us, because that way lies tempting the ER, but it is an actual, active goal.
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We'd like that! Thank you!
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I sympathise, having spent one Christmas Day some years back taking my mother to the ER with pleurisy. Not fun.
I'm glad ye still got to Lexington. Happy Boxing Day!
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It was worth it. Thank you!
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Thank you. We appear to be moving out of the "screamingly painful" stage and into the "incredibly annoying, is this still going on?" which probably is an improvement!
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Get well soon, and a hearty endorsement of your ER wish.
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Thank you.
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Basically!
*hugs*
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Thank you.
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We'd be cool with that! Thank you.
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Didn’t somebody tell him you’re supposed to break a leg during the show?
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Not so far! We made our follow-up appointment yesterday and he was sent home in a very stylish cast.
Didn’t somebody tell him you’re supposed to break a leg during the show?
I guess when you have two shows so close together, the timing gets confusing . . .
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P.
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Thank you. They are appreciated!
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You are wonderful.
Thank you. We're trying!