As I may have told you via a somewhat hysterical email last week, Mr. T&A got into a bad bike accident the weekend before last and broke three vertebrae in his back. He's going to be fine, but it was a very terrifying (for me) and painful (for him) experience. I should probably write a longer account of the whole thing at some point if only because he can't remember anything for a period of several days and would like to hear the whole story, but that won't be much fun. So, I will just note a couple of things that have occurred since the accident which I find both funny and heartening, in that they involve Mr. T&A acting very much like himself:
In the hospital, the day after the accident
Mr. T&A: I need to go to the bathroom.
Nurse: OK, but you can't stand up yet, you'll have to use a bedpan.
Mr. T&A: That's OK, I don't have to go to the bathroom.
In the hospital, two days after the accident
Mr. T&A (on his Blackberry, which was the second thing he requested after underpants, to coworker): Hey, i'm not at work because i had a big accident on my bike and am in the hospital. How're things?
At home, after returning from hospital, middle of the night
Mr. T&A: Mike Tyson really beat me up.
Me (thinking this is a good joke): Hehe, yeah he did.
Mr. T&A: Wasn't I sleeping in the other room?
Me: No, your mom's in there.
Mr. T&A: But didn't I first encounter Mike Tyson in there?
Me: You didn't really get into a fight with Mike Tyson, you had a bike accident.
Mr. T&A: But didn't I at least have a Mike Tyson action figure at some point?
Glad you're doing OK, sweetpea.