Broken Beatrich's

When we're doing something involving teamwork, doing dishes, cooking, or just being funny, Alex and I call ourselves the Beatrich's. We spliced our last names to get the team name: Beacham and Dietrich. I've come to love the name and actually would love to get a dog or a fish or something that I can name Beatrix in honor of the relationship.

Although Beatrix isn't one of those old fashion names that everyone adores like Emma, Olivia, Sophie, Morgan, or Charlotte. It's more like Helga. Ugly girls have that name.

But the Beatrich's are broken. Poor Alex a few weeks ago spent 4 days in the depths of the earth at a trona mine. He had to check and refill over 500 extinguishers down there. Yuck! He found it takes a certain kind of person to work in a mine. He is not one of them. 4 days were 4 days too many.

He came home in one piece. His first day back on the job in Salt Lake, breaks his foot. He doesn't even have a cool story to go with it. That is just tragic.

He was walking down the stairs, his right foot stayed planted as the rest of his body started going left down the landing. Snapped his metatarsal. The ER doctor said he was going to need a screw, probably be off his foot for 3 months, hell fire and brimstone, years of walking with a limp. It was scary. 3 days later at the orthopedic surgeon's office we find out he's on crutches for 6 weeks, walking with one crutch after 2, no pins or screws unless he's a famous athlete. YAY!

Now me. I was in a severe car accident 5 years ago. Whiplash. Bad. Chiropractor fixed it but it started acting up on Monday. Now I can't pull up my pants, put on a bra, brush my hair, wash my body in the shower, reach for something on the floor, or reach for the phone without a yelp of pain.

Pain shooting down my tricep into my elbow. Lovely.

Alex was icing his foot laying on his couch and I was sitting there hugging my arm to myself so it would zap me, we started laughing at how ridiculous we looked. Partially immobilized and afraid to move. Before we're 30!

I thought you weren't supposed to feel this old until you were in your 50s!
Boo to feeling old and decrepit.

My Marine

Isn't he just the cutest thing. Of course this is when he was 18 but still.