I was just thinking about what it would be like to watch my kid playing football and being injured and all that. I don't think I'd like that very much. I mean, don't get me wrong. I watched my brothers play soccer years ago and they'd fall down, but that wasn't so bad. They weren't football players. I watched my girls play soccer a few years but I don't remember anyone ever getting hurt very bad. High school football, though, that's another story. There are some BIG guys out there. I think I'd just be sitting there praying the whole time that their injuries wouldn't be THAT bad. Like nothing permanent or enough to go to the hospital.
I think I've had enough of dealing with injuries with my cop husband. Fortunately, I haven't had to actually witness him be injured. I'm just there for the aftermath; the two elbow surgeries, the shoulder surgery, the two knee surgeries, the concussion from having the telephone pole shear off and land smack on his noggin in his cop car, the TMJ injury from that guy with the wacky last name kicking him in the jaw, can't remember what else. He's currently dealing with the two knee injuries. Actually, I suppose he's still dealing with the concussion, too, as he's had a recurrence in the last couple of days of his migraines. All things considered, though, things could be much worse. I'm thankful for him and for the job he does. Which reminds me, I need to post the final letter that was in the paper. Will get to that later. Emma's found some sour gummy worms. Need to rescue them . . . and her.