We were invited over to the home of some very good friends. In fact, they are the Urban Kids' godparents. And they finished a year-long renovation of their house, so they had upwards of 40 people over in order to finally have everyone under one roof for the holiday. (and who are we kidding.... to show off the new project a bit.... wouldn't you??)
We ate, we drank, we socialized, we ooooo'd and ahhhhh'd. All good fun!
Part of this renovation was the installation of a half-basketball court behind the house.
And Godfather told Urban Dad that a bunch of guys were going outside to play this:

It was going to be 5 on 5, and they needed another guy. So off U-Dad went to play with the boys. Urban Kid 1 was downstairs being introduced to a Wii system, and I had Urban Kid 2 with me watching the game from the lovely picture window in the kitchen.
I looked away. And then back. And I saw someone on the ground doing this:

When we got home, the knee was swelling, so he used lots of this:

They sent him home with crutches and a prescription for ibuprofen that comes in pills about this size:
But U-Dad feels really terrible. He was supposed to fly to Colorado first thing this a.m. to go out to his mom's. She's in the hospital, having taken a few nasty falls lately. His older brother has been out there for a few days, and his younger brother arrived today. U-Dad feels like he's shirking some kind of responsibility.
He's also apologizing to me! He feels like he's supposed to not create more work for his wife. And that now I have not only two little ones to look after, but a gimpy husband too. He's very irritated with himself. I keep reminding him that it was an accident, that accidents happen. And the whole "in sickness and in health" thing. And if I can do "for richer or for poorer," I can certainly do a gimpy knee for a while.
In the meantime, he's on the phone with his brothers several times a day, and we're kicking around getting him out to her place for a stint between Christmas and New Year's.
How was your Thanksgiving?
5 comments:
We had a close call with a three year old and a folding chair. Everything is okay, but as I was checking parts and wiping tears, I thought how a trip to the ER would suck! I am so sorry you had to use valuable holiday time that way, though what a relief that it wasn't a major accident.
Sometimes it's nice to be the nurse.
Aging sucks.
OOOO sorry. Should I not say sucks?
Aging really sucks. :)
Ouch. That's not what I guessed happened from the title though. In fact, I was still thinking something else when I read "Pop". I about hurled.
Ooo- Poor U-Dad!! That is awful! How are things, now? Any better? Ugh.
poor U Dad...we had a game like that 2 Thanksgiving's ago- it included 3 brothers (including my dh) and the newer, younger b-i-l...so the oldest brother gets hurt, I was thankful it wasn't my dh. I think they forget in those situations that they are not in high school anymore.
It's been 5 years since I've tried a cartwheel, so I guess technically I'm smarter. Somewhat.
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