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Arun fell while skiing Friday night and broke a bone in his left hand and hurt his foot, thereby dashing his hopes of competing in the Vancouver Olympics and landing us in the emergency room. We got to the hospital at about 10:40 on Friday night and spent the whole night waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting some more.

The ER was pretty much my definition of hell. It was cold, dirty, uncomfortable and full of sick people, weirdos and cops. There were two televisions on either side of the waiting room on two different channels, both with the volume way up. One was on A&E, which was playing a marathon some obnoxious cop drama so there was plenty of shouting and shooting. The other one was on CTV Newsnet, which was replaying the same loop every half hour.

By 6 in the morning I couldn't take it anymore. I was seriously about to lose it. Arun, being the best and most understanding husband ever, encouraged me to go home and get some rest since I'd have to go out and get groceries etc. Saturday day. I felt terrible for leaving but it really was for the best. Arun got seen soon after I left, got x-rays and a cast and got home shortly after 9.

I realize his break wasn't an emergency/life or death situation but I find it ridiculous that he was in emergency for 10 hours. We learned after the fact that the hospital only has one doctor in emergency after midnight. WTF?!

Needless to say, the rest of the weekend was extremely quiet. We caught up on some sleep and watched season 4 of Dexter. While Arun was skiing on Friday I had gone to see A Single Man, it was heartbreaking but visually stunning and well worth seeing.

Arun's still pretty sore. We'll have a better idea of how his hand is healing in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, send your bone-healing positive thoughts his way.