In training

I’m sorry that I’ve been absent here lately. I’ve been balancing chemical equations and performing psychological experiments on Eleanor. School is going well so far, and all of that nerdiness I displayed as a child seems to still be with me.

Greg came home from work yesterday with a sore ankle. Well, the ankle was sore from tae kwon do, not from his job. I rushed between the stove and the kitchen table with our dinner and then nagged Greg to set out some drinks on the table already. He gave me an annoyed look and hobbled over to the refrigerator.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot about your ankle.”

We ate our dinner and then I left for a meeting. When I returned home, Greg was washing dishes. I leaned on the counter and filled him in on the meeting. Several pots still sat on the stove. Greg went over to the stove, threw another annoyed look my way, and hobbled back over to the sink with the pots.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot about your ankle again. Do you think we could just wrap one of those big ace bandages around it to help me remember that you’re hurt?”

I am going to be an awesome nurse.