Eventful

[lillilah]

Today, I spent a lot of the day chatting on Reddit. Then, Joel sent me a message that he had fallen and hurt his arm. He was dizzy and asked me to meet him to walk him home. When I got there, though, he thought that maybe he had broken his arm. In Portugal (and I think other places), it is better to take a taxi to the hospital, so that's what we did. We went the emergency entrance, took a ticket, and waited. Joel felt around on his shoulder and thought that maybe he had dislocated it, since it didn't feel right. A few steps and an hour at the hospital later, it was confirmed that he had dislocated it. An hour after that, the shoulder was back in place, and they were taking more x-rays. An hour after that, we were getting an appointment for his check-up in a couple of weeks. He can't use the arm at all for three weeks. While this is inconvenient, it isn't like he is going to lose a job over this. Besides all Joel's suffering, it wasn't too bad (we haven't gotten the bill yet, though). While I don't love waiting, this isn't the old days where you just had to stare at the wall for six hours. I had my phone, so I was okay. The worst part for me was that I didn't start eating lunch until 8:45pm (sometimes I don't start until 5pm, though, so it isn't a national emergency). That meant that dinner was even later. I'm done with everything now, though, and can sleep.