For serious. Is this some kind of a cruel joke?
After my hip scare, now I have a full-fledged cold. I'm past the achy, fever stage and into the congested, dripping stage. Ugh. Less than 5 days until my marathon.
On a side note, Alec split his tongue open by running into a picnic table at his birthday party this Saturday, and we spent the evening in the ER. After several stitches, he's up and at 'em again. Kids are so tough.
Brent fell off his bike Thursday. Right on his butt. Luckily, except for some road rash and bruises, he's okay (so is his bike). Then, he was putting stuff on shelves in the garage while standing on the top of a ladder. The shelves (installed by the previous owner) were anchored into drywall with plain, old screws. All the shelves and everything on them came crashing down, on top of Brent, causing him to fall off the ladder (and on his butt again). Somehow, miraculously, he's okay.
Maybe I should be glad all I have is a cold....