and a broken foot.....

I came home this AM as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, everything calm. So, same as every other morning, I sit down at my computer, check my email and eat some breakfast (dinner?).
As I had kicked off my shoes and was readying myself for bed, here come the dogs, wanting to go out, and I oblige. I figure surely my DH isn't far behind, since the dogs sleep in our room too.....
I wait.... no DH....... is he in the bathroom? I wait.... no DH.....

I hear a voice coming from the living room... "Ju? Ju? Will you c'mere?"

So I get up and go to the living room, to see my precious babydoll leaning on the TV stand, holding his left foot slightly in front of him, and he has an awful grimace of pain on his face.....

I help him to his chair and he tells me that Riley, our Great Dane, was "freaked" by the fireworks that folks in our neighborhood had last night, and ran out the back door, past my husband, knocking him down. He said it happened about 10:30 last night, and it is now, 8:30 in the morning!

He said he didn't want to tell me cause he knew what I'd make him do..... that's right, go to the hospital and get it checked. Which we did, and it is broken. In the words of the ER doc, my precious husband has an "acute left 5th metatarsal bone fracture"

We"ve just spent the past 3 hours in ER, 2 hours and 50 minutes were spent waiting.

I think... yes, I do think...... it's time to relax.