My Broken Boy

Well, now that his momma has been informed, it's safe to let everyone know: Chad broke his foot last Wednesday playing futsal. Apparently breaking his collar bone in November playing Aussie Rules Football wasn't enough to make him take it easy!

 

I do feel sorry for him though. Not only does he have to deal with all of the things anyone with a broken foot would, but he also has to deal with living on a mountain. Anyone who has visited our apartment knows that getting to and from it is no no joke. We live up several flights of steep stairs and hills, and after all that, our apartment is on the 3rd floor of our building. Getting down from our apartment to the subway the other day took about 30 minutes (when it usually takes less than 10!). In the picture above, you can see Chad, dripping with sweat, wiping his face with my Totoro hand towel. That wasn't even to the bottom of the subway yet! (I told him he could just go ahead and hang on to the towel for now.) He physically cannot make it up to our apartment when he's coming home, so he has to take a taxi. That's right! CHAD IS TAKING TAXIS! The man who hates taking taxis.


...Not that he has a choice.

Anyway, the thing that I find most notable about this situation is Chad's amazing good humor. He can't play sports, he has to hop to get around unless using crutches (which is also pretty tough), and can't even get home without a taxi. But through it all he has been so positive and --mostly-- cheerful. That's one of the many things I love about him.