We're kinda falling apart

Jon and I are both sitting on the couch tonight taking it easy. Right now we're watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. I never used to like the show, but now that we're married and a bit older we both find it hilarious. I stayed home from school yesterday because I had no voice. I've been fighting a cold since we got home this weekend. I went to school today and did as little talking as possible. I am so stuffed up and blowing my nose constantly, and to make matters worse I can't take cold medicine. While I was at school today I got a call from Jon thinking he was just checking in on me, but instead he said, "Don't freak out." That's never good. He was at the hospital getting a wound on his thumb looked at and x-rayed. He pinched his thumb between two really heavy things, and as a result it pretty much split open. He's sitting here dealing with quite a bit of pain as the numbness wears off. He has to head back to the hospital tomorrow for them to change the dressing on his thumb and needs to get their OK before going back to work. It's not broken, and the doctor says there's no reason he shouldn't make a full recovery. Apparently we've seen tonight's reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond, so now we're watching dirt bike racing. It's just not the same, but I suppose he's been through enough today. I won't make him watch Oprah or Dr. Phil.