Well. Shit.

Sigh.

Sooooo....this morning Ernie  tried to go up the stairs to wake me up because I had to work later in the day. He somehow tripped on Owen's StarWars bedroom thingy that was sitting on the stairs and flew into the wall. I woke up to the sound of him in great pain, and some impressive cursing. I kinda thought it would fade but after awhile I realized it wasn't going to fade. Damn it. He didn't really listen to me but once Owen got up he convinced him to let me take him to Convenient Care.

We left a few hours later with Ernie in a sling and and an x-ray that says he has an ACL tear, a possible shoulder fracture and most likely a torn rotator cuff. He will go see his orthopedic surgeon (who did his shoulder after the car accident) as soon as we can get an appointment.

I could just cry.

O.k. I did. Cry, that is. He's got enough shit, he doesn't need this. Hell, we don't need this.

I know that in the scheme of things it's not bad but damn it, we're already going to see a surgeon about his osteonecrosis of the jaw this week...now we get to see TWO surgeons?

I'm just a little sad.

And up to now, every time I have a glass of wine in the last week or so I somehow manage to convince Ernie that I can take off work and we can go see Kane Welch Kaplin this week when they reunite for a benefit for Kevin's daughter Savannah. I guess we really can't. Again, perspective.

Damn it.