The roommate's fine.
If you consider a sternum contusion "fine", anyway. She's currently happily sacked out on our couch with Eric on Vicodin and wine watching America's Worst Catastrophe's on The History Channel. Throw in some Prozac and you have a bona fide American cure-all for anything ailin' ya.
I'm basically giving up on my pilot. The latest is that they're aiming towards less 'death' and more 'history', which, in my opinion, makes the show a helluva lot more boring and much less likely for people to watch. Plus, apparently production is getting pushed back to Julyish.
Bah.
I'm a tad worried about The Roommate...
I was on my way out to the gym this morning when I noticed her fan was going, a sure sign she was still in bed, while normally she would be out at work substitute-teaching some kiddies. When she wished me a good day, I empathized with her lack of work. She replied: "Oh yeah, well I have to go to the doctor later, so..."
"Oh? What's wrong, you sick?" I said, peeking around the curtain that separates her "room" from the living room. She was lying on her back on her plush divan which doubles as her bed.
"No, Eric (the ex-who's-sort-of-not-really-an-ex) and I were playing around last night and he sat on my chest, and I think he broke something..."
My mouth dropped open. "--What?? What, like a rib?"
She smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I can't really breathe. I don't know about ribs, but my sternum hurts a lot, and my doctor was talking about checking for a collapsed lung.."
Geez! As soon as my phone is fixed (note to self, do NOT drunkenly think that sticking your open phone in your back pocket then sitting on it is ever a good idea), the first message I'm sending is a text-version of a bitchslap to Eric. He really does roughhouse with her quite a bit, and generally ends up taking it too far. My roommate ends up with bruises, bite marks, all sorts of things. Granted, yes, I think she lets him get away with it a tad. Still.
So in any case, I made her promise to myspace or otherwise electronically let me know what the doctor said today. I got home around 8ish and it's currently 10:30pm..I haven't heard from her all day.
If this were a livejournal, i would change my little moodicon to "worried".
