Right, so, Mr. Ciavarro.

Well, we were at my Uncles last night, in the basement of the Church. As we were about to leave, my uncle asked if Chad and Ryan could help bring down some chairs into the basement. I was a bit weary because of Chads bad knees, but I knew if he took it slow, all would be OK.

So I’m sitting there with Elise chatting, waiting for the boys to finish as my Uncle cleans up, when all of a sudden we hear this big noise. It did sound like someone falling down the stairs with chairs but, I didn’t really think it actually happened. My Uncle calls out to the people walking towards the stairs ‘Did someone fall?’, to which I  jokingly reply ‘Oh, it must have been Chad!’. Well, as luck would have it, it WAS Chad.

Sweet Mother of Jesus.

We all rush over to find Chad at the bottom of the stairs with agony all over his face. While taking it easy down the stairs, he miscalculated and missed a step causing him to roll his ankle and drop all of the chairs while falling. Not a good scene.

To make matters worse, the only other people left were this older retired nurse and her cousin. These two ladies, while very friendly, are a bit odd. The retired nurse was in there like a dirty sock trying to assess the damage. I could tell by the look on Chads face he was not impressed.

Whenever Chad blows out his knee, I know to ask if he is OK or if he needs something and then to back away slowly to allow him space. This lady was basically on top of him guiding his breathing patterns, which we all knew was a bad idea. Thankfully Chad was very patient with her, and while he was very short, he didn’t actually blow up in her face.

We didn’t know the extent of the damage, but it was already swollen and he could only put very little pressure on it. With some help he managed to hobble to the front door, where he took a minute to sit down and relax before getting in the car. The retired nurse was sure to give me pointers on how to take care of him when I got home, which was nice of her, but I could tell Chad just wanted to hurry up and get hime.

With some help leaning on me, he was able to make it home, in to the elevator, and up to the apartment, where he laid himself out on the couch. Ryan and Elise came over to see how he was and to just hang out.

After taking some advil and icing it, he seemed to be ok, as long as he didn’t move his foot. We went to bed, kept it elevated, and iced all night long.

This morning I attempted to help him hobble to the bathroom, but that was a no go. He was in way to much pain to put any pressure on it. Luckily, Dr. Nonna Sonia has all the hospital equipment you could ask for sitting in her basement, so I quickly ran over and got him some crutches. He seemed to be OK using those.

I’ve called him a couple times from work today, and he says everything is ok, as long as he doesn’t move. I will most likely take him to the hospital tonight, just to get some x-rays and to see if there is any real damage.

If it’s not one thing it’s another!

***Update***

So we just got back from the hospital. He’s got a sprain and a fracture. They put a ‘Slab’ on his leg/foot right now and then he has to go back next week to get a full cast. He wears that for 2 weeks, then gets an X-ray, and then a leg brace that he can walk on. Looks like it will be an interesting month ahead!!!