Well, what we thought was a sprain, is in fact a break. Yep. My girlfriend is laid up with a broken fibula. I was working all day yesterday and she was pretty much sitting on the couch unable to move most of the day. I could tell she was in pain but keeping a brave face. Finally late in the afternoon I convinced her to go to urgent care and get it looked at. Multiple x-rays later, it's a break. They couldn't cast her at urgent care and now today we have to find an ortho who can take her in. I am waking her up early to start making phone calls. She is going to need a cast for 4-6 weeks. She was struggling like fuck last night on crutches. Depending on how far the cast goes up, we will be looking at crutch alternatives. But yeah, this is our life now. Some notes on this - first, unlike when stupidhead was broken, I don't feel like a parent taking care of a child. I don't know why. C and I have such a different relationship that I really feel like I am just taking care of my partner in her time of need. It's hard to explain, but there's a difference. I grabbed us food next door to urgent care last night because no way were either of us cooking. Got home and the new pool had arrived. Well, I guess I will be in the new pool at least. C can sit by and watch me swim. Sigh. D4 dropped last night at 8pm and that's how I spent the night. Got to level 5. Woo.
Today is ortho, meetings, webinar, taking care of things, and just general shit for the weekend.
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