A day at the lake = two broken ribs and shattered cartilage

What's new at the Lee house, you ask? Well, what else but yet another recent accident? So Scott and I should be forbidden to wakeboard--and now that I think about it...ski, rollerblade, play basketball, soccer and any other activity that holds the slightest risk of injuring ANY part of your human body! Saturday Scott was out with good ol' Johnsons down at Yuba and wrecked one two many times trying to do a jump using the new high bar. High bars are awesome...they allow you to get tons more air with your jumps! Well thanks to Mr. Newton's laws of physics..."An object in motion, remains in motion until acted upon by another force" (law #2)--that force became the water! Which feels like concrete when you're already being pulled 30 mph behind a boat and coming down from a jump 10 feet in the air!
Of all things...Saturday I had decided to forgo the boating and actually attend my first Super Saturday with the Relief Society! I'm not really a "crafter," but wanted to attempt a project. As I'm sitting at a table destroying my craft project, Scott called. The conversation went something like this (thanks for the idea, Jennie).

Megan: "Hello?"

Scott: "Hi" (said a little shaky)...long pause

Megan: "Scott, why are you calling me? You're on the lake...long pause...did you have an accident"

Scott: "Well, I may have"

Megan: "Are you shittin' me?"

***now at this point in the conversation, one of the dear relief society sister gasps at my dropping the "S" bomb and I realize...my mic is on and I'm in mixed company and have loudly said a naughty word in front of my fellow sisters in the gospel (so, so sorry Shannon)! I excuse myself to the outside foyer and the conversation continues***

Scott: "No I'm not kidding...I think I may have broken some ribs"

Megan: "Good gosh, doing WHAT?"

Scott: "Just took a jump...."

Megan: "Uh-huh...

Scott: "I think I need to go to the ER"

Megan: "Oh my gosh, have you lost a limb or something..."

***mind you, this is the guy that broke his collar bone snow skiing and walked down the mountain and drove himself down the canyon and back home. So when he said he needed to go to the ER, I thought it must be bad!!!***

Scott: "Which hospital takes our insurance?"

Megan: "Timpanogos in Orem"

Scott: "OK, thanks I'll just have Ryan drive me (from Yuba) to where I parked the motorcycle (the Orem Wal-mart) and head on over there."

Megan: "Um, can you move?"

Scott: "Not really well, it hurts to sit or move, but I don't want you to have to take care of me and mess up your plans for your day"

Megan: "You silly rabbit...I would cancel anything or be anywhere to take care of you!"

Scott: "Okay, thanks I'll meet you at the Orem Wal-mart parking lot in an hour!"

He said the ride from Yuba to Orem was miserably painful...

So here is a photo of Scott just getting into the car so we can head to the ER. I gotta give props to Dean, Ryan, Janelle, Patrick, and Brett. They were all on the boat and sacrificed all their skiing to get Scotty back up here to get some help! And to Alicia for helping get the motorcycle back to our house (no SHE didn't ride it--but found a friend to drive it to our house)--and stayed with him while I filled the prescriptions, etc. WE HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER! My next door neighbor finished my craft project at Super Saturday! Whew...looks better than if I would have done it, and our backyard neighbors took "the boys" (frank and bronx) and let them sleep over night Saturday. So...too make a long story short (too late...) He broke two ribs and shattered the attached cartilage. It sounds like snap, crackle, pop when he breathes! They thought he may have ruptured his spleen--but good thing the CT came back clear! My poor Scotty...there's not a lot you can do for broken ribs...but curse! He has a brace, but just says it only stops hurting when he doesn't move or breathe...oh good, that shouldn't be a problem. I will keep you posted...Heaven help us!