Well, Ted’s been laid off from his job. It’s hard to blame them, since you can’t really cook or cut things up when your right wrist is broken and you’re right-handed, but what a pain. They said to come back when he’s healed up and they’ll be glad to hire him back again if they’ve got a position for him, so we’ll see. Either that or he’ll just get to job hunt again. Um. That’s about the sum total of excitement that I know about right now. It looks like…
ted’s arm
Ted’s arm is indeed broken. It’s a very clean break in the larger bone of the lower arm, right at the wrist (essentially, the point of that bone broke off). It wasn’t in any way misaligned or problematic; the only issue was that just before Ted got to the hospital, an Army truck rolled over and an entire truckful of Army boys came in to have their necks and backs X-rayed, just in case. (They were all fine.) So Ted ended up sitting and waiting for about six hours before…
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The con this morning was a lot of fun. I did a panel with Maggie Furey and a couple of other people (Paul and Danielle, but I don’t remember their last names right now), and left the panel thinking, “Ted should be here soon! I’ll call him and see if he wants to have lunch!” Then Ted called and said he’d just been in a car wreck and thought he’d broken his arm and wouldn’t be coming into Dublin. It would be okay if this week was over now. So…
the astute…
The astute among you will notice that it is once more past midnight and I am once more up and posting. *snorts at self* The con doesn’t start til 10. Maybe I can sleep in a bit. :) I got to meet and hang out with Juliet McKenna and Charlie Stross, the latter of whom was accompanied by Feorag and Fluff Cthulu, whose mission in life is to eat people’s brains (a kindred spirit, Trip!), and say, “Shit,” in admiring disgust at the story of how Paul Cornell got to…
*splat*
Okay. Here’s how it’s all fallen out. Ted and I aren’t going to Seattle after all. Ted did get the days off–Tuesday through Friday next week–but had to work Saturday the 18th, which meant flying on Tuesday, being there Wednesday, and flying on Thursday so we’d be back Friday morning so he could get to work on Saturday. And all for the low low cost of a minimum of $1208 a ticket. So instead of horribly discombobulating ourselves for the sake of a single day in Seattle, we’re just going…