Words one doesn't want to hear when one's boyfriend has returned from a (very short) bike ride:
"Uh, hon? I'm going to go to the emergency room now."
Oz fell off his bike and took a handlebar in a very uncomfortable spot. He did spend a few hours in the emergency room, but they let him go once they found that nothing important was ruptured. He's now suffering with great nobility and icepacks.
I'm going to have to get more icepacks. The little first-aid packs being exhausted and back in the freezer, we are now using my festive plastic ice. Since I rarely use ice, water ice tends to sublimate in my freezer. Instead, I keep the kind consisting of water sealed in brightly colored plastic sea creatures because it has the courtesy not to disappear. The current icepack contains blue dolphins, fuchsia seahorses, orange starfish, and something pink. It's not very manly, but I figure it'll give him incentive to heal.
162 words | April 24, 2005 10:01 PM | Real true story