My Husband the Super Hero

So last Thursday at 10min to 10:00am a knock was heard at my door. A knock could mean many things a friend, a package or maybe Ed McMan with a check. I opened the door to find the manager of the apartment building with a message for me. Craig was in an accident, but "he's OK. Go to the Emergency Room right now." The words OK and Emergency Room, in my opinion, don't really go together. However, I didn't freak out but I was flustered a little. Thank the heavens for visiting teachers who do what they are suppose to do. I called for a babysitter and like an angel she was able to watch Riley and do what ever else I needed. I arrived at the hospital 20min later. It was scary to see Craig strapped to a board and to find that his clothes had been cut off of him in order to do test. It remind me of the Incredible Hulk's transformation. Clothes all in tatters expect for around his waist. Strange thing to think of standing in the emergency room. After we found out the results to the test I began to feel a little dizzy. All the excitement finally caught up to me. I quickly sat down so as not to make the situation any worse. So what happened you ask?

Craig fell 10ft. through the roof of a spray room (where cars are repainted). He ended up with only a compression fracture in his back and possible injury to his shoulder. We go to a specialist on Thursday to make sure the injuries do not require any major surgery. Every day Craig gets a little better. He is able to walk and sit upright for longer periods of time. Healing from any injury of the body heart or mind takes one day at a time.