Friday was date night. Carrie picked. I drove her to the ER.
I got a text from Carrie before wrestling started (3:39 PM). Something had spooked Captain. She fell off. "Please don't kill me." She was well enough to drive herself and shower while I left practice to meet her at home. Then we drove to the hospital.
It took over an hour for us to get a bed, though.
I had to leave Carrie and pick up Shane. Carrie had signed him up for a Parent's Night Out event, so I dropped him off there without telling him what was up. I actually bumped into several of my students as I ran back to my car ("Sorry! Can't talk! My wife's in the ER!").
Three hours later, I left Carrie to pick Shane up. It was good timing. She was (finally) going in for her CT scan.
I filled Shane in on what happened and took him to Chic-Fil-A on the way back. We ate in the car and got back to Mommy around 9 PM.
She was able to get up with crutches. Shane and I got the car while a nurse wheeled Carrie out front. We got home at 10:38 PM.
It was certainly a date night to remember!
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