so far away
I meant to spend the evening, after hanging out with Jim, reading my LJ friends page and commenting.
I meant to spend the evening replying to comments.
I meant to spend the evening telling about cooking all day and making the absolute best meal ever.
I meant to spend the earlier evening after that scrumptious meal and a walk, watching a movie with Jim.
The phone just kept ringing, even though at first I tried to ignore it so I could hang out with Jim and get our movie going, but someone was being persistent.
My son was calling. Finally I answered. He was calling from the hospital while waiting to be x-rayed. On his way home from work on his bike, he was hit by a car. Many many phone calls later with him, his sisters, his friends down there a thousand miles away and he's finally just now getting in to x-ray and transferred from a nurse's care to a doctor's.
Apparently he landed on the same side he had surgery on a couple of years ago after a bicycle accident. He couldn't tell whether his collarbone is broken, or something with the metal plate in there, or something else but it is painful.
Thank goodness he had his helmet on! We've been trying to help him reach a good friend to bring him something to eat and to lend moral support.
I feel so helpless being so far away.
I meant to spend the evening replying to comments.
I meant to spend the evening telling about cooking all day and making the absolute best meal ever.
I meant to spend the earlier evening after that scrumptious meal and a walk, watching a movie with Jim.
The phone just kept ringing, even though at first I tried to ignore it so I could hang out with Jim and get our movie going, but someone was being persistent.
My son was calling. Finally I answered. He was calling from the hospital while waiting to be x-rayed. On his way home from work on his bike, he was hit by a car. Many many phone calls later with him, his sisters, his friends down there a thousand miles away and he's finally just now getting in to x-ray and transferred from a nurse's care to a doctor's.
Apparently he landed on the same side he had surgery on a couple of years ago after a bicycle accident. He couldn't tell whether his collarbone is broken, or something with the metal plate in there, or something else but it is painful.
Thank goodness he had his helmet on! We've been trying to help him reach a good friend to bring him something to eat and to lend moral support.
I feel so helpless being so far away.