Same Shit, Different Day
I am exhausted. Between running crap back and forth to Ryan and trying to get the new doors hung and then the touch up painting... my goose is cooked. For once, I think Craig's is, too. I really think the stress of all the construction and redecoration is just wearing thin. Then, to have this injury hit Ryan now... it just took alot out of us on Saturday. (You gotta know just how freaked out he has to be to leave the golf course mid-game!!) He's almost as pissed at the coaches as I am, but he's much more diplomatic about it so he's going to handle talking to the AD. I'm pretty sure my acid tongue would rear its ugly head and I really don't want to do that... yet. When I talked to Marshall on Saturday he actually even agreed with me. (We both got a good laugh over the fact that we haven't agreed about anything since roughly the time he proposed to me... forever ago!)
Ryan's foot has continued swelling all weekend and I've had to loosen the air cast no less than three times. It was supposed to expand with her but no such luck. Each time we've loosened it you could easily see where it's digging into her leg and foot. The dr's office just called me back and said as soon as he sees the x-rays (from the ER on Saturday) this morning he'll decide how quickly he needs to see her.
Joy.