Word of the Day: zaftig JD was driving down John Stockbauer on Tuesday morning going to work when a boy pulled out from a stop sign, clipped his backside, and turned him round a 180. No more Sebastian, his axel is all bent up. He went to work after all the police reports and insurance folk were done with. He thought he was fine, but when he came home he decided to go to the emergency room [and since we don't have health insurance the boy's insurance will pay for everything] because his back and neck were stiff. I didn't go with him, I stayed home with Patrick, but they didn't take x-rays or anything. They just gave him three shots and a perscription for a muscle relaxor. Today, two days later, he called me from work at eleven asking me to pick him up [since they told us it would be a week before they'll give us a rental car] because he couldn't move his neck at all. We dropped off Patrick at the babysitters and went back to the hospital, where they took x-rays, a CAT scan, and determined that nothing was broken or fractured. The nurse practitioner gave him a perscription for a different, supposedly more better, muscle relaxor and two different kinds of pain releivers, which are apparently making him feel better. We both have the day off tomorrow, so we'll be getting a snazzy rental car. I always have to remind myself how fragile JD is. I squeeze him so tightly when I hug him sometimes that he gets pains from the pressure. But why is it his back? He couldn't have switched it up one time and hurt his arm or his leg. No no, he'll stick with ruining his back. Not that it was his fault. But he'll be fine. I get to baby him, so I'm sure he's quite happy about the situation.