Unfortunately the tables got turned. Last week, my love said that he needed a day off. Take a sickie or put in for some time owed because he was feeling run down and overwhelmed by the domestic to-do list.
The next morning, a colleague hailed him at the streetcar stop and offered him a lift to work. Just 2 blocks from work, they were rear-ended at a stop sign. No damage to the car but both of them got jolted forward and back. Pretty darn quick my love was sore.
So it was been a trip to the doctor, plus heat pads; then a day of terrible pain, followed thankfully by slow healing.
That makes both of us the same year...
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