Ouch!

Yesterday the bestie and I went to an early movie then lunch and pedicures.  After watching Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, I felt the need to call Farmboy and love on him a bit.  Here's how the conversation went.

Me:  Hey love, I was just calling to thank you for not being an ass.  You treat me so well.  We just saw this movie and I felt like you needed to be reminded of my love and your amazingness...  blah blah blah... I went on about my love and the movie for a couple minutes.

Me: (Finally getting around to asking about him)  So what're you up to today?

FB: Oh, just sittin here at the hospital.

Me:  WHAAAAAAT!?  (yea, the people at the tables around turned to look)

FB:  Oh, it's nothing just cut my finger.

Me: Huh!? Are you ok?  How bad is it?  Are you getting stitches??

FB: No, I'm fine.  They just used that glue stuff and I got a tetanus shot.

Me:  Oh, well if you're ok I guess I should let you go, call me later?

FB:  OK, have a good afternoon w/ your bestie.  I love you.

Me:  Love you too, glad you're ok

Can I just say Farmboy would let me talk for an hour if I had that much to say.  He's always putting others first.  We talked later that night, and he said he wasn't going to tell me, because he knew I would've worried for nothing.  Which I don't think I freaked, well kinda, not nearly as much as I would've if I'd been there!  Part of me is really glad I've been far enough away to miss a couple of the trips to the hospital.  He's so calm about that stuff.  His sister got stung by tons of bees and they had to take her in for an allergic reaction.  When FB told me about that he was completely calm like it was no big deal.  Another part of me is sad that I couldn't be around to help out.  I would've kissed him n made it feel better, at least for a second.  Plus I would have waited on him while he rested his finger.  Maybe I'm being a little overdramatic about a cut, but hey that's me I guess.  Did I mention FB is amazing?  I don't know anyone who'd be more interested in my day at the mall than the fact that they're getting shots and bandaged up.  Good grief!  Well at least I've learned to lead with "What's up?" from now on!