Last night, as a treat for our anniversary, M. and I caught a ride with
ceciskittle to check out devolutionary's band Dark Dissolve. More on the club and the show in a future post, I know that's not why you're reading now. The short version is, towards the end of the night, M. got slammed into while dancing on the dance floor, and thinks her right arm is pretty hurt. We head out to some hospital in VA, hit the emergency room, and within two hours, we find out that, yes, one of her wrist bones is in fact broken. The doctor was uber helpful and attentive. I was only mildly freaking out, which
ceciskittle helped counterbalance, and for which I am very grateful. I am sure M. will have more details on that later.She's currently napping on the couch, arm in a cast, cat faithfully by her side. I think it's safe to say we won't make it out tonight for the birthday celebration, please pass along our regards to the birthday girl. Any guests or well-wishers would be appreciated, just give a call or drop us a note.
