Last year Mr. B went snowboarding several times. He had fun and he liked it..allot. So much so that at the end of the season he bought his own board. And then it sat for the summer and fall and into the winter. Finally after Blizzard Draco there was enough snow to go out.
He went out this past weekend. He went Friday night right after work. Then he wanted to go out Saturday. I wanted him to want to stay home and do something with me. I'm sure you know how that goes. He went. He had fun. I had pinapple for dinner and watched a chick flick. He also biffed it getting off the ski lift tweaking his wrist. Thinking is was just a sprain he continued snowboarding the rest of the evening. That's what he figured it and that's what his friend's wife the registered nurse said it probably was.
He woke up and it was swollen and hurt. Then he tried to move it and it was all over. It must have been bad; he took himself to urgent care. There he got xrays to confirm. He broke it. They splinted his arm up to his elbow to immobilize it until he could get in to see the bone specialist after the holiday.
Poor Mr. B, no snowboarding for a few weeks, it nedds time to heel. Poor me, he has limited mobility with his one hand so more work for me. I don't think he will be able to do dishes for a while.
I never said it out loud, of course that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking it. Mr. B said it first, If he would have stayed home with me instead of going snowboarding two nights in a row he wouldn't have broken his wrist.
It's nice to be proven right once in a while.
It's nice to be proven right once in a while.
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