Awww Poor Daddy....

So Monday (Sept. 15) was my actual birthday. Bryan had a softball game that day and so we could have either gone out to dinner as I wanted to, or go see Daddy play ball. SOOOO being the awesome wife I am, I said we'd forgo the family birthday dinner and go see him play. The weather was sooo nice to pass up. We got there and waited on Grandma Nette to show up. On the SECOND play of the game I saw Bryan hit the fence trying to get the ball and his cleat got caught on the fence. He looked like he hurt himself, but it didn't really look too bad. But when he came in you could tell it hurt. So we got some ice for it, and I could see it starting to swell. We waited till the game was over and we went home. We just figured it was a sprain. After a couple of days it wasn't getting any better, but rather worse. So he went to the Dr. and came home saying he had broken his ankle!! It wasn't a terrible break, but a break nonetheless. He came home with a nifty (hideous) boot and a RX for crutches, as well as a appt with another dr the next day.
Then on Thursday he came back with a cast. So he's had a crappy week. He's not as pitiful or helpless as I would have expected. You know how men are when they are sick or injured. I mean he gets a cold and he feels entitled to lay on the couch and do nothing. Not this time, he's doing fine. He'll get his cast off in 2 weeks, and he's counting down the days. I can't imagine sleeping in that thing. (I'll post a pic of Mr. Gimpy Leg later)