The hubby has been able to work a little bit here and there since his accident. He was working today. Yeehaw!!
But then as he was going to the car after work, he slipped on a patch of ice and landed on his leg. Yep, the already-injured-basically-shattered-held-together-with-metal-plates-and-screws leg. He called to tell me that our sister-in-law was driving him to the hospital and that I should meet him there.
You have got to be kidding me. Fate is simply not that cruel, is it?
Nope. It's not.
Turns out, he didn't re-break the leg. Just a bad sprain. They told him he was extremely lucky. They had been worried that he would knock loose some of his hardware which would have meant surgery...again. So I'm grateful for small miracles.
Unfortunately, though, it has set his recuperation back. He can barely walk...again. So no work for a while. Sigh.
I'm praying for a quick recovery from this set back. I mean seriously, how much can one girl take?
Okay, over and out for now. I'm going to go have a pity party.