And they say motorcycling is dangerous.

Forgive the lack of motorcycle content…

Despite my admonitions after his last hospital adventure, my boy has decided that the ER is a fun place.

I got a phone call from Peter’s friend Steve at 2:30pm today saying that Peter had hurt himself while they were snowboarding. Long story short, his back is broken in two places. When I talked to Peter on the phone, he said that the MRIs didn’t show any nerve damage, so it shouldn’t be anything permanent. Personally, I think he just liked telling me that I have to wait on him hand and foot and help him into the hot tub a lot. 😉

I’ll post an update when I have one — Peter and Steve are still on their way back from Lake Tahoe. There was some concern that he’d have to spend the night in the hospital, so I started heading up there, but luckily the doctors determined that he was stable, and sent him on his way with a nice big shot of morphine. Please send the big goof some happy thoughts to help cheer him up as the painkillers wear off. *eek*