While I was merrily singing-along to Tafelmusik’s Messiah at Massey Hall yesterday, Z took the boys to Lakeridge for some winter sports. He skiis. The lads snowboard.
As I was leaving the concert, I noticed a missed call on my cell from Alex who was slated to pick me up at the subway station close to home. When I called, he said he’d meet me, and that “Dad is waiting for us”. I asked for clarification and he said “Dad’s at the hospital…he hurt his shoulder on the hill.”.
So, we drove over to the ER and hung with my sweetie while he waited to be seen in Ambulatory Care.
It appears that he tore some ligaments in his shoulder and will be referred to an orthopedic surgeon in the next couple of days. He’s got a simple sling and has almost no range of motion in that arm. It’s also hanging kind of funny…it’s as if his shoulder has disappeared. They did an xray and there is no dislocation.
As long as he doesn’t move the arm, there’s no pain, so he’s working from home today and we’ll hope to hear from the surgeon soon.
Domestic Bliss: The Empty Nest 
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