All right, I'm going to do this as quickly as possible I guess because it's getting late and I need to get in bed.  To give my husband relief I chose to stay in the den to finish all of my computer tasks that I fell behind in, as opposed to going into the bedroom as I usually would.

He came home from work complaining of a sore neck.  Then he told me that apparently today he had been moving from one area to another and caught some asphalt with the deck of the mower and it brought him to a dead stop, thus throwing him forward.  If he had not been buckled he'd have probably gone off the damn thing.  At first he was fine, but as he was driving home his neck began hurting and getting worse by the minutes.  Ice didn't help, nor did much else.  So he called his supervisor and we got to go on a fun little trip to the ER.

That took about forever.  The whole time he's in agonizing pain and they're taking their sweet time.  So anyway, hours later, x-rays later and much pain later, he was finally seen, examined and given meds and a doctor's note for tomorrow and Saturday if needed.  If he still has pain Monday he's supposed to go to our doctor and get checked out further.  He's on loopy drugs at this point, and conked out completely.  So really I probably don't need to worry about waking him, but I'm just staying on the safe side.

So the things we were planning to do tonight did not get done, he won't be going to work tomorrow aside from turning in papers from today and getting his paycheck, and I realized that this week and next are going to be a bit of an ouch.  You see, he missed a lot of work this week (half of Tuesday, all of Wednesday, part of today for a doctor appointment about his cold, and then he'll miss tomorrow).  I'll be off Wednesday, Thursday and Friday next week.  So yes, that's going to be a bit of an ouch.  Right, because that's what we really need.

Then, what really pissed me off was that we were at the ER and I had stepped outside to make a couple of phone calls while he was being x-rayed.  I talked to my FIL first and got off the phone. Then I called my SIL because she had called me to offer up some tickets she had that they couldn't use.  Well with his neck being hurt we're not going to the damn drag races tomorrow, beyond that, he's not even over his cold.  So anyway, I told her that we were at the ER and she was somewhat flippant about that until she realized he was actually hurt, and then when I told her about the fifteenth she got all quiet.  Then she texts me later in the night and asked if she did something to piss us off because it seems neither of us want anything to do with her.  Was it REALLY the time to be worrying about that?  Could she not have waited?  I have not heard back from her ever since I responded with 'We've just been busy with our OWN lives and haven't had much down time.'

Oh and then another good one, my MIL had the audacity to call my husband and ask him if he could move a stationary bike that was in the back of her jeep.  Fuck no lady!  Your son was in the ER because he has a neck injury (cervical strain, by the way) and he does not need to be doing extra shit.  She knew he was in the ER because he hurt his neck, so it shouldn't have mattered that she didn't know exactly what was wrong.  Stupid fucking family I swear.

ARGH.  Then to really piss me off my dad was being all over-analytical about everything.  He wanted to know if the doc explained to him what the cervical muscle was (no), why they didn't explain it (I have no clue, because they're dumb?), if they gave him any restrictions (don't work and get rest), what drugs he's on, and if we're going to read all the paperwork on them.  Back off dude we JUST got home and it's late.  Fuck.

I'm hearing weird shit outside, animals and also what sounded like a car stopping and car doors (I will hurt people), better go investigate.  Good night.  Harumf!  Call me Hegemoner Scrooge for tonight.