Sunday, August 15, 2010

Gray (What) Matter(s Most)

Reason #417 that I love my husband:Also known as because even after he has been knocked unconscious by the boom on his sailboat and comes home bleeding from one ear with an actual dent on the side of his head and then goes to sleep at night only to have me set the alarm every two hours so that I can ask him who is the president of the United States, and then even after it has been more than 24 hours and I still insist we go to the ER after hearing one too many people mention Natasha Richardson, he lets me take a picture of him on a gurney and gives me this photographic gem when I ask him to look like a head injury patient which makes me laugh until I cry in the hallway of a place that smells like pee and hand sanitizer. That is Reason #417 why I love my husband. (Not to be outdone by Reason #286: apparently the guy has a thick skull.)

Alternate titles for this post: Never Google "Head Injury" At Midnight When Your Husband Is In the Next Room Leaking What Is Either Salt Water Or Gray Matter Onto The Pillowcases Because All That Will Pop Up Are Sites Dedicated To People Who Got Hit In The Head Then Laughed, Talked, Went Bowling For Chrissakes, Only To Complain Of A Headache 3 Days Later And Then Died Of A Subdural Hematoma.

i.e. he had a CAT scan that showed no bleeding on the brain and is now watching 60 Minutes with a hand shoved down his pants.

And how was your weekend?

p.s. I secretly loved it that the ER doctor asked Bryan if the blunt force trauma was due to some sort of assault with a sideways glance at me and my not-even-noodle-but-angel-hair-pasta arms.

12 comments:

Jules said...

I'm chuckling at the image of the doctor giving you a sideways glance. I'm so glad he is ok!

Sarahviz said...

Sounds like we both had rough weekends. Never a dull moment!

jennifer said...

yikes! I'd be such a mess. I'm thrilled to hear it ended well!!
kudos to bryan for the convincing portrayal of a man knocked blank. . .

bronwyn said...

Ok, I just found your blog yesterday. You're right, that Sloopy chick really can wiggle. Anyway, I am at work, trying to stiffle my giggles and conceal my tears. This is so funny and so terrifying at the same time. I'm glad everything is OK. Thanks for a great start to my Monday.

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

Whose hand was down his pants?

I'd rather be a bridesmaid said...

my friend had to spend some time in the psych ward. her girlfriend asked if she ever participated in the activities, like crafts. when she said "no," the gf explained that she *needed* her to participate, so she could have a crafty, psych ward keepsake. so funny.

essbesee said...

dude - ouch! so glad he is ok. but really, isn't "boom" just a euphemism for "angel hair pasta arms"? that picture of your mans is so awesome.

Petunia Face said...

Touché , 1:27 Anon, touché. :)

MFAMB said...

ahhh...it's good to be back.

Cindy said...

I am behind on checking your blog. Saw the photo of Bryan before I read the post, and I was a little worried because he looked a little "off." Sorta like a young Homer Simpson.

Thank God he's fine so you could mock him a little. :) xo

krista said...

i am so so glad he went.
so so so glad.