After much deliberation, B and I have decided that hospitals are not the barrel of laughs we thought they'd be. Last Friday, after being knocked off our motorcycle at 45 mph by a car that side-swiped us, we made a little visit to the local ER. First of all, the ambiance is SO institutional. They say beige is soothing, but in this case, no. Too bad they don't embrace the whole Florida room idea somewhere in their blah hospital rooms. They cling to drab like there is no tomorrow, which I suppose for some there isn't.
Luckily, B and I got to check out of the hospital within three days. Boy was I glad to be out of there. B has a broken thumb, middle finger and the cutest little blue cast. Both of us have "Road Rash" all over our legs and arms. Bleck.
Hope you all are doing well! Miss ya'!
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