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Nov. 27th, 2004 08:37 pmI'm sitting here in Mike's bedroom, watching Love, Actually. We had plans to go out to dinner tonight and then see Kinsey. Best laid plans, and all that... :)
Michael fell last night while playing football in the dark. After a brief hospital visit this morning, it was determined that he's got bruised ribs and a partially-collapsed lung. It's not exactly as bad as it sounds-- although he is in a bit, okay... a lot of pain. Every time he moves, it's pretty bad, so currently he's lying down with a nice heating pad. His mother and I are currently trying to get him to take Monday off, because he's not exactly going to be of much use around the office, what with the not being able to move and stuff. He's even got one of those little breath-monitor thingies that he's got to blow into every half-hour to make sure that half of lung re-inflates. As for Kinsey, the movies can wait. I know that when I bruised my ribs, I was hobbling about on crutches for a few weeks.
So. Coffee. Drooling over the hot guy in the movie. Awwwing at Liam Neeson and the kid and Titanic. Giggling at Hugh Grant dancing and sighing wistfully over Mr. Darcy... er, Colin Firth. Yelling for Kiera Knightley to eat a goddamn cheeseburger. You know, the usual-- 'cept for everytime Mike laughs, he crumples over. :P
The "get well, Mike!" line begins here.
And whee, Beth emailed me back and I'll also have a BPAL order waiting for me on Monday!
Michael fell last night while playing football in the dark. After a brief hospital visit this morning, it was determined that he's got bruised ribs and a partially-collapsed lung. It's not exactly as bad as it sounds-- although he is in a bit, okay... a lot of pain. Every time he moves, it's pretty bad, so currently he's lying down with a nice heating pad. His mother and I are currently trying to get him to take Monday off, because he's not exactly going to be of much use around the office, what with the not being able to move and stuff. He's even got one of those little breath-monitor thingies that he's got to blow into every half-hour to make sure that half of lung re-inflates. As for Kinsey, the movies can wait. I know that when I bruised my ribs, I was hobbling about on crutches for a few weeks.
So. Coffee. Drooling over the hot guy in the movie. Awwwing at Liam Neeson and the kid and Titanic. Giggling at Hugh Grant dancing and sighing wistfully over Mr. Darcy... er, Colin Firth. Yelling for Kiera Knightley to eat a goddamn cheeseburger. You know, the usual-- 'cept for everytime Mike laughs, he crumples over. :P
The "get well, Mike!" line begins here.
And whee, Beth emailed me back and I'll also have a BPAL order waiting for me on Monday!
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Date: 2004-11-27 05:51 pm (UTC)Get better, hon!
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Date: 2004-11-27 07:56 pm (UTC)I'll do stuff to make sure. If he doesn't mind, that is.
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Date: 2004-11-27 08:21 pm (UTC)definitely he should take off monday and he should avoid driving until his breathing is normal. i don't know how it works with a partially collapsed lung, but with mine i had to go to the hospital. (it was fully collapsed).
good vibes to you both.
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Date: 2004-11-27 08:30 pm (UTC)Get well soon
Date: 2004-11-27 10:44 pm (UTC)I was told "Love Actually" was a pretty good movie. I'll have to see it sometime. =)
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Date: 2004-11-27 11:56 pm (UTC)And the Hugh Grant dancing scene was TOOOOO funny. :)
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Date: 2004-11-28 01:56 am (UTC)C.T., God Emperor of Goon :)
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Date: 2004-11-28 06:09 am (UTC)Yay for Beth emailing you back! I'm assuming she's letting you pay for your Yule order! Did you order anything from the Cold Moon update?
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Date: 2004-11-28 08:54 am (UTC)I paypalled
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Date: 2004-11-28 09:46 am (UTC)I hope he takes off Monday -- I can't imagine working with a partially collapsed lung. Yarg.
And yes, Kiera really does need to eat a cheeseburger... or forty.
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Date: 2004-11-28 02:35 pm (UTC)"But the only truly heroic presence in the picture is Angelina Jolie, improbably but delightfully cast as Alexander's imperious mother, Olympias. Jolie slits her eyes and toys with her lines, controlling the space without raising her voice. I don't care how nuts she is, Jolie is the real deal: a gorgeous, epic-scaled actress who can transform herself from the inside out. She could eat Colin Farrell for breakfast and pick her teeth with Jared Leto. Forget Alexander: The film is a pedestal to Angelina the great."
You're probably the only other person I know who thinks that's a good enough reason to see it. So, when and where?
Oh, right, and Mike, get better.