Planning like crazy and an arm ordeal

Even though the wedding is, like, forever away, I'm still planning like mad. I set up a Web site so people could check it out. It's pretty nifty. Now, I just have to lose one more dress size before the wedding, which is probably only about 5-8 pounds, so that's doable. I'll just make sure to keep riding my bike.

David and I moved into our new place. It's so awesome. There are some malfunctions, but it's not too bad and the landlord will repair most of them.

The story I have to tell is how I injured my arm. That's right, I'm slightly handicapped (slightly).

So, my mom and dad were in town this past weekend to help us move and to choose a reception venue. After dodging out to dinner, David and I invited my parents back for some after-dinner drinks. The only way I can get my parents to visit me is to wave the alcohol-carrot in front of them. So, this is what I did.

While over at our new place, we were cracking up about some things. My dad was laughing SO HARD that he literally passed out from laughing. While passing out, I see my dad tumbling down, so I put my arm out to catch him (smart one, Blair). Instead of catching my 280-ish pound father, his body pins my arm between his stomach and the coffee table. Wine glasses and scotch glasses go flying. David cuts his leg (not too badly, but is bleeding) and my arm instantly starts swelling. Luckily, my dad wakes up instantly, but doesn't know why he's on the coffee table.

So, I went to the doctor on Monday night and I'm fine. I have a severe contusion, which I found out is doctor talk for an intense bruise. He also said I pretty much have golfer's elbow. I said

"So, I get injured without the pleasure of a game? That sucks."

I couldn't really bend my arm, but I think that was mainly due to swelling and not anything being broken. So, I have this nifty strap on my arm. And, per doctor's orders, I am "icing the crap out of my arm." No joke, those were his words. I asked him for a prescription for "icing the crap out of my arm" but he refused. Weird.

Anywho, I should be better in a week or two. It's already feeling better, but looking worse.