andcuriouser
Active Member
I just got a phone call from my husband. He's going into surgery.
Apparently, while he was fixing an MRI this morning, Matt fell from the ladder he was using, and stuck out his hand to catch himself. His elbow started hurting like a motherfucker, but he finished the job, and then mentioned what happened to the MRI tech. Since there was a scanner right there, they stuck his arm in, scanned and guess what? Two hairline fractures to his elbow.
So since he's in the hospital anyway, they book him for surgery right away. He has to get two screws stuck in his elbow. I get a phone call from him right before he's about to go in.
He gets the next two weeks off.
What a loser.
Apparently, while he was fixing an MRI this morning, Matt fell from the ladder he was using, and stuck out his hand to catch himself. His elbow started hurting like a motherfucker, but he finished the job, and then mentioned what happened to the MRI tech. Since there was a scanner right there, they stuck his arm in, scanned and guess what? Two hairline fractures to his elbow.
So since he's in the hospital anyway, they book him for surgery right away. He has to get two screws stuck in his elbow. I get a phone call from him right before he's about to go in.
He gets the next two weeks off.
What a loser.