First...Sunday:
Zack had another seizure that day.
A big one. Scared the hell out of me. He's had them off and on for a few years. So we took him to the ER. Just in case.
And this was after Ed and I had another fight...
And to top off the lovely day, as soon as we got back from the ER, my father in law stopped in to see how he was doing.
After chatting for a bit, Russel decided to take them down to my moms as a favor to me.
No biggie. But, 10 minutes later, I get a call from my mom saying that a car had broadsided them!

Luckily, my boys were okay, they had their seat belts on, and the car has dual airbags that deployed, but we had to take Russel to the ER to get checked out. Zack has a small cut on his leg, but they were more scared than hurt.
His car is totaled, and the ****er that hit them took off!! But he hit another car on his way and she got his license plates. >:<
*sighs*
Then Tuesday:
had my chemo treatment, and seemed to have a reaction to it. I was so sick, I thought I was going to die...but, that passed, so I thought the coast was clear.
>>Bzzzt!!<< Wrongo!!
Just got back from taking Zack to the ER....for the second time this week.
First, he had the seizure, then on the same freaking day, he gets banged up in a car accident, and now...he has 22 stitches in his..err..well...right testicle.
Where to start...
He was bouncing around the living room at my mothers when he stepped on one of the floor grates for the heating system. And for some reason, the grate popped open, and one leg slipped through, and his one leg went all the way down. The edge of the grate (metal) sliced him open....waay open.
His right...'fella' was almost completely severed, and he lost some blood.
Anyway, he had to get 22 stitches to fix it all up. And now he's laying on the couch all woozy from the pain meds, still irritated at all the people who came in just to poke him.
I feel so sorry for him because I know that's just gotta hurt like Hell. The way this week is going...I'm heading to bed..
Someone wake me when it's safe.
