Gimpy

Well it happened - someone got injured while working on the house (other than the crazy contractor who liked falling through our old kitchen floor), and luckily it was John. Yesterday while hauling the remains of the back part of the house to the dumpster, John stepped on a nail. I called the Fairview Nursing Line (one of the advantages of working for a big institution - free nursing advice), and we all decided he'd better go in to get a tetnus shot. He also got a prescription for a profolactic antibiotic, which he dropped off at his regular (non-chain) pharmacy and decided he would pick it up later.

John returned to the house to help the volunteer work crew haul the 40-ish sheets of plywood from the front yard to the back, and was by then limping pretty bad. A few more hours of standing work went by, we stopped to eat dinner, and John had a hard time getting from the kitchen to the bedroom by the end of it. And then the complaints of feeling cold came.

A note to the readers: John is NEVER cold, unless it's -40 F or he is sick.

Then the shivering began. I got back on the Nursing Line at about 10p, and by 11p we had finally gotten an on-call doc to call in the prescription to a 24 hour pharmacy. John is claiming he's not sick through a chattering jaw, and I'm throwing on my jacket to go fetch his pills.

As a result of all this drama (and that so much got done on the house yesterday - thanks everyone!!), we decided to take it easy today... and watched the entire Lord of the Rings triology back to back. We truly had a lazy day, feet up, snacking on what we had, and enjoying every bit of it.

John should step on nails more often. ;-)