So to prevent further blackening of big toe nail, I decided not to ski for the last two days of our week in Colorado.To be honest, the solitude was beckoning me. Or would have been had not the Ball and Chain pulled his back in a very bad way and been lying on the couch being, well a man about the whole thing. Not quite sure what he did but he was skiing with the Queenager (dropping into "bowls" and other dangerous things) when something "went". At one point apparently, they were thinking he might have to come down on one of those embarrassing ski patrol sled things. He did go out on the last day, but very gingerly it has to be said.
Also on the last day it was the Queenager's 17th birthday so she has a quick ski in the morning then a long spa treatment. (My idea of hell, but a literal "treat" for her.) The man-child ventured out on his snowboard despite the impending white out. It was about six hours later, while I was up at the resort centre/center meeting the Queenager that the text came.
"Go to a quiet place and call me", the Ball & Chain had written. Actually, he had attempted teen texting, but since he's almost dyslexic it came out as "Go 2 qut plc a call me". (This is the man that sends me flight itineraries from "Untied Airlines".)
Hmmm. Call me pessimistic but I had a feeling I was not going to like whatever was coming, and I was right. Man-child had attempted a "new move" in the terrain park, fallen and forgotten to put his arms out in front of him - thus breaking his right wrist in two places. Fortunately there was no one at the emergency care centre/center so he was x-rayed and splinted in about 90 minutes. Fabulous.
Now the fun begins. One trip to the orthopedic doctor in Chicago on Monday morning, another one scheduled for next week to see what it looks like when not swollen. One guitar performance down the toilet, school baseball not happening (star pitcher too) and a really hard time taking notes in class.
Oh, a really good excuse for not hanging his coat up or putting anything away! He thinks!