Change of plans

I had my "free morning" planned out really well for today. Was all set to get a lot accomplished, including working out at the gym. Well, I have a saying about how "man plans and God laughs." Yeah.

Last night DH was in a show. During one of the poorly choreographed fight scenes he got injured. He hit his head pretty bad. Now, he was able to get through the rest of the show on shere adrenalin, but he was in pain. Even though I thought at most it was a concussion, and would wake him every few hours, everyone else was pushing for me to take him to get checked out. And he can be a bit of a hypochondriac with this kind of stuff, exaggerating symptoms subconsciously the more people show concern, so since everyone there was really really worried, he got worried too. So we spent a good portion of the night waiting in the ER to be checked out for about ten minutes and told it was not even a concussion. AARGH! His head obviously still hurts a lot, and he needed to rest today, but he's fine. And not to be unsympathetic, but my plans sure got screwed up! Not that it's his fault at all, but MAN! :)

Anyway, I'm taking my sister out for her birthday tonight, got a babysitter coming in twenty minutes (woohoo!) who has agreed to be our regular babysitter every Saturday (WOOHOO!) so I'm psyched!

DH just came down and says he feels a lot better (he should, he's been in bed all day) so that's a plus. Okay, off to straighten up and get ready to go out.