Stop the bus!

I wanna get off!

Dear god do I wanna get off. *sigh* So life sux. No really, it does. Yeah , it could be worse, hell it could always be worse but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck completely right now. I'm biting my nails waiting for Friday and not because that means the weekend is a breath away. Oh no, we're biting our nails because Friday is the day we find out if The Kid needs to have surgery and a plate fitted to hold his clavicle together. For those not up with medico speak that's his collarbone. As usual I wasn't with him when it happened but lucky for him I wasn't far away. Saturday afternoon was spent in the uncomfortable chairs in our local hospital waiting room (thank god for my ereader!). Lots of waiting going on round here. So after xrays and doctor consults we're left with two nice cracks in his right clavicle. But unlike the last two collarbone breaks (yes, he's done it before, once on each side) this break is a little more severe. Imagine the letter V with the bottom cut off and that's what his bone looks like. Over the next week we'll know if it's going to just sit there nicely and heal or if it will need a plate attached to hold the three sections together. So if you all don't mind I'll ask you to cross your fingers that surgery isn't going to be necessary.

I'm a firm believer in balance and after the wonderful week I had last week I was due for a little un-wonderful (thank you Kid). I spent last Thursday hanging with Lexxie Couper and then Friday Lexxie and I joined fellow authors Jess Dee and Maggie Nash at Sexpo for a little research mission. *grin* I'll blog about those tomorrow but right now I think I need to go lie down. And if anyone wants to ring the men in the white coats so they can come and get me I'm fine with that. Being locked away in a padded cell has some appeal right now.

Rhian