Hec just called again... as the pain recedes and the swelling goes down, Emmett is apparently already rethinking the no-baseball thing. The ER doctors are saying that it looks like a pretty straightforward fracture--nothing mashed, no need for anything to be moved or jiggered around and reset, and no Thomas-Haden-Church-in- Sideways clown mask.

March is still on my shit list, though.

Oh, man! Emmett! Poor guy. I was thinking of him over dinner, too.(completely unrelated...weird coincidence) Hope he doesn't give up his sport.

There is just no keeping that kid down, I tell ya.

I'm glad that the prognosis is good. Poor Emmett and poor Hec and poor JZ and EM!

Once, when I was about 13, I fell off a horse and broke my wrist -- meanwhile, in another part of town, my youngest brother got a baseball in the face.

Quite an exciting day for my parents. And it's a good thing that my other brother didn't happen to be doing anything too active on that day.

{{{Emmett}}}

{{{Emmett}}}

I'm glad to hear things are easily repairable, including his enthusiasm for baseball.

Ugh, poor baby. I'm so sorry, JZ.

For what it's worth, Betsy's experience has been mine. If Emmett doesn't get back to baseball! YAY! on his own, just nod sympathetically. Hec is coaching, right? So, he can explain Emmett still needs to accompany daddy to the games, but he absolutely shouldn't play if he doesn't want to. In a couple of weeks he's liable to be itching to play.

Happy Birthday, Kathy!

Poor Emmett! I broke my nose when I was forced to play capture the flag, and it SUCKED. Also, the people in charge at my after school care, apparently in some sort of hindsight at their guilt, really played the incident down when they spoke to my parents, leaving out the part where I was knocked unconscious for a little while because I'd been slammed face first into the concrete. They just told my parents play got rough, and I'd received a nose bleed. My parents took me to the emergency room anyway, but I was really out of it, and just kept wanting to go to sleep, so I didn't insist on seeing a doctor (and, well, I was six. What the hell did I know?), and since all the nurses in the emergency room knew was that I'd had a nosebleed, and triage being what it is, we waited for a couple of hours, and then my parents just took me home, since I'd fallen asleep in my mom's lap. So now I have a crappy bump in my nose, when it used to be perfect, and I'm bitter over it.

Cool. I will probably have to stop a time or two to strech (stoopid PT)

Haha. In and Out!

Man. This is being one of those weeks where I could just really use a hug.

Oh, no! Poor little guy! That's awful.

He'll be a hero to all the other kids, though, and you can totally compare his bravery in the face of pain to Batman and various other surperheroes and his ego will bloom.

Ouch!

Aurelia, I just tried one of the coconut candies. I couldn't finish it, since I was afraid my teeth would never be clean again. At least no ass taste though.

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Haha. In and Out!

They don't have them here. What's up with that?

I would hug you if I were in town, Alibelle, and probably feed you pizza too.