The Odd Couple

Continuing the theme of little girls, today I went to a baby shower in Springfield for my nephew and his wife. They are expecting twin girls in August.

The we had to drive to Lincoln to pick up my sister's grandson and take him home. Later she drove him to Taylorville where he lives with his mother and father. After that we went to the emergency room.

My sister fell off a curb on her way out of work Friday night at the hospital. It seems she broke the base of one of her metacarpals, meaning the bone in her hand, under her little finger. As is the way with emergency rooms it took hours and hours and by the time we finally got out of there, almost no one else was left in the waiting room. She will be home for at least a week, maybe six!

The bad news? She is the nurse. I am not, but I get to practice, because she broke her right and dominant hand. No driving, no writing, no opening medicine bottles, no getting it wet. We have been compared to Felix and Oscar, or the gingham dog and the calico cat, but whatever we are, the one thing that has kept us whole and sane is that she generally works about 46 hours a week and I don't, at least not outside the house. Now we are here. Together. Twenty four, seven.

Hmmmmm....and if she leaves, I have to drive!