My husband thinks he’s a 21 year old bro.

Friday after Christmas we left for the desert to go camping/dirt bike riding with 5 other families. My son, daughter and I came home Sunday night because my son had to work Monday and I had to work today.

My  hubby fell off his dirt bike yesterday while climbing a vertical hill. He almost made it all the way to the top but hit some soft dirt and his bike got loose on him. He fell on his elbow which jabbed into his ribs bruising them pretty badly. He doesn’t think any are broken. He said it felt ok to ride, it sorta kept him loose. So tonight, I’m home alone, making a nice salad for dinner, drinking some merlot, phone rings….
Ring, ring, ring, (gotta let it ring at least 3 times before picking it up, even though I have caller ID and know it’s my hubby).

Me: Hello
Hubby: Hey, watcha doing?
Me: Hi, making dinner, what are YOU doing?
Hubby: Well, I have good news and bad news
Me: OoooooKaaaay
Hubby: My ribs feel a little better
Me: Silence
Hubby: I think I might have broken my ankle though
Me: WHAT? Are you kidding me?
Hubby: (nervous laugh) I wish I was
Me: You were doing jumps weren’t you?
Hubby: Yeah, I didn’t fall, I just landed it really hard
Me: Uh huh
Hubby: I’ve actually been riding since, I only hurts when I walk
Me: Uh hmmmm
Hubby: But, I came back to the trailor and iced it right away, took some motrin. Now I have it up, I’m talking to you and drinking a beer. It’s all good!

Guess where I get to take Hubby tomorrow when he gets home?  The doctor or maybe even the ER if the doctor isn’t in on New Years Eve! YAY!!!

~ by aprilwine on December 30, 2008.