You O.K. Eve? Blink once for “yes”.
Hamster bites can be quite nasty.
No really, a hamster once bit my sister.
Rat done bit my sister Nell
and whitey’s on the moon
Soooo, I broke my arm on the 29th. Broke it pushing a small child in front of a speeding car.
Cracked a few ribs, smashed my left elbow all to hell (yes, of course I am left handed). Spent more than $200 in cabfare going from one doctor to another, got X-rayed and the doctor said “uh-oh” when he put it on the lightbox, which you do not want to hear. “This is the one kind of break that requires surgery—you completely separated the end of the elbow bone.” So they operated the next night (Mischief Night—I expected to wake up wrapped in toilet paper), and I spent 24 hours in the hospital, throwing up every kind of painkiller they gave me. Wound up just on Tylenol with codiene, which babies take. Don’t even get any decent drugs out of this. Spent a week at home in a cast, immobile, with my hand raised, like I was waiting for Hitler to walk by, to keep it from swelling up like a balloon.
Back at work today, not happy about it, but boy do I need the paycheck and thge benefits now!
My mother broke her wrist somewhere around five weeks ago, and ended up with surgery to put pins in it. She didn’t get a cast though (she works in a school. so the kiddies would have loved being able to sign it), but this metal bar that makes her arm look as if it’s being assimilated into the borg.
Seriously, best of luck with the healing. Broken bones suck.
Hmmm…makes my vasectomy debacle seem tame by comparison.
Hope you feel better soon, Eve.
Eve, why were you pushing a small child in front of a speeding car? That’s not nice.
Dang Eve! Course, that’s what you get for trying to kill that kid.
Did the speeding car hit your elbow?
Bummer, Eve. I had a broken hand once and the drugs truly made it bearable. The best part was that hubby had a broken leg at the same time. We nearly clubbed each other to death every night when we went to sleep. (Note to self: separate beds when both partners are wearing plaster pajamas.)
Hope you’re feeling better. Ask the doctor to prescribe EVERYTHING until you get one that won’t make you hurl!
Bummer, Eve. I had a broken hand once and the drugs truly made it bearable. The best part was that hubby had a broken leg at the same time. We nearly clubbed each other to death every night when we went to sleep. (Note to self: separate beds when both partners are wearing plaster pajamas.)
Hope you’re feeling better. Ask the doctor to prescribe EVERYTHING until you get one that won’t make you hurl!
Eve, we now have something in common!
I broke my left elbow when I was eight. I have a sweet, four-inch scar and two dots where the pins went. Someday we shall meet and compare our scars. Get better soon. sweetie.
You have me curious, too. How’s the kid?
My condolences. I broke my ankle once. (As if it’s something I wanted to do.) Surgery, cast, crutches, the whole works. All because of a dumb skateboard. Hope you get better soon.
I’d suggest, for the next kid on your list, a freeway overpass - that is, if you’re going to stick with speeding cars.
Hope you’re back at 'em soon.
Gentle understatement. I like it.
That sounds extraordinarily painful. My sympathies, Eve.
Dammit Eve, if you’re gonna keep pushing kids in front of cars you have to work on your follow through. It’s supposed to be a smooth pushing motion, not a jerky shove.
And when you move the bodies, remember to bend at the knees.
Get well!
Why do I adore you? This is why I adore you. 
Get well soon.
How horrible to break one’s arm in the fall! I mean, how on earth are you going to get a cast into the sleeves of this season’s most fashionable blouses and sweaters?
Now that I think about it, I have seen sweaters in J. Crew that have bell sleeves. Here’s one
Feel better, Eve.
A white cast? After Labor day?
I’m with Ringo. Try pitching them off of the overpass. Kinda like dropping pennies…only louder.
That’s why I stayed home last week–could not be seen in public! They gave me a navy-blue sling, so I have to dress and accessorize carefully—navy blue is such a trying color.
[Heaven forbid I could have broken my nose instead, and gotten a free nose job out of this . . . No, just a four-inch scar up my arm . . . ]