So we finally had a Friday night off together, Adam and I, where neither of us is going in for the night shift, and where neither of us has to get up early for work in the morning. We planned to spend the entire evening skating and going home to watch tv and cuddle.

The weather was extremely cold but the ice conditions were awesome. We were so excited to get out on the canal that we did not even notice how cold it actually was. 

We tried skating holding hands, like all of the other couples out skating, but I supose, in the words of Dree "we are not there yet". It was a little awkward and we decided that syncronized skating was going to have to be put on hold. He did, however, make it romantic by stopping me under one of the old bridges, all lit up in soft lights, where he whispered a few sweet things and kissed me softly. Very nice! We even reminisced about our first date last May. It was our walk along the canal that I first decided he was a keeper, as he helped me get bird poo out of my hair.

Away we went on our trek once again. Adam suddenly got the urge to become an olympic figure skater (on hockey skates none the less) or something, because he was skating circles around me and doing spins at top speeds. No sooner had I finished thinking "he is showing off, he is gonna fall" and his feet went out from under him. His elbow broke his fall. He shook it off, we skated the entire length of the canal and back, stopping along the way for a Beavertail, and we drove home. He was tender and sore but we were not overly worried.

When we got home, he could no longer move his arm, and the upper arm was swollen. We packed him with ice and off we went to emergency. We were there from 11pm - 3am (3am was hour 22 with no sleep for me so I was bushed and cranky). He has definite soft tissue damage and a probable radial head fracture of the elbow (for which they do not put you in a cast), so he is in a sling and off work for a few days, needing to follow up with the physio people at the hospital.

See where showing off gets you BOYS??? No where!

I felt bad for him being in such a hard sling to get out of, and not being able to do anything since it is his dominant hand. So I did up his jacket before we left the hospital, opened and closed the car door for him, got his seatbelt for him, etc. I felt bad he was in pain, but on the other hand I felt bad that I was helping him so much incase he thought I was being too pushy or over protective. :S  I guess it was just first instinct to help him.

He feels better today, which is good, still in pain and not a lot of range of motion in his arm yet, but it will come with time. The doctor says this type of fracture usually heals very well.

Moral of the story?

Stop after the whispers and kisses. No need to impress!

Doing so may lead to injury!

Silly boys!