The other day Chris called me at work saying he was on the way to the doctor and that he thought he broke his foot at work. I didn't think much of it, because he is a little dramatic when it comes to medical things where as I tend to let things go until the last minute and then finally haul my butt to the doctor. Turns out, he didn't officially "break" his foot, but it is cracked and he'll be in a walking cast for two months.
The story of his injury is rather funny. He works at a pig farm on the days he's off from the Sheriff's Office. There was a pig with a "vaginal prolapse" (I giggle just saying it) so they had to shoot it in order to save her babies. One of his coworkers got the gun and Chris wanted to get out of the way, but in the meantime either tripped of stepped on something, cracking his foot. Then his coworker killed the pig and Chris said all he remembers is seeing lots of blood, starting to sweat, and everything turning black. Makes me wonder what Chris will be like in the delivery room when we have kids....didn't think he'd be such a wuss =)
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