So we went to Parent's Night at Bradley's camp lastnight.
There was a very serious game of Capture the Flag...
Kids vs. Parents
Needless to say, I ended up in "jail."
I look to find Bill and he is limping.
I gave him the look of "come on....shake it off...get back on the field, Grandpa."
Come on...he is 10 years older than me.
He finally made it to me and said "I really think I should go to Urgent Care...I heard something pop in my leg!"
I rolled my eyes and told him "go sit down, this game will be over in about 10 minutes."
Well this is what happened......
He tore his calf muscle. Not pulled....torn.
I sure wish I could remember the medical name for that muscle.
We will all just have to settle with "calf muscle."
They loaded him up with some meds.
Please notice the plate and glass.
Through all his pain he was able to manage to get and Eclaire and a glass of milk down.
Hey, I think you are suppose to take pain meds with food.
Don't worry....he was still able to use his Crack-berry!!!!
Not sure what the story is with the chinese yo-yo.
See, he is just a little boy at heart!
How bad do you think I felt when I was irritated that he hurt himself.
I think I will get a plaque made up that says...
" #1 Wife"
"Wife of the Year"
The side note to all this is Asher came home and told us when he was jumping off of a diving board at his friends house he hit his friends head.
I gave him an ice pack and sent him to bed.
He woke up this morning with 2 black eyes and bent nose.
Guess where he is.....YEP.....URGENT CARE!