Did Someone Break A Frickin' Mirror Around Here?!

So the day started out on a sour note; Mr. Coffee shit the bed. Damn. That's ok, though, because I saved our old P.O.S. coffee-maker when we purchased Mr. Coffee. However, I didn't wake up until 8:00 a.m. This means that Big D had no coffee at 4:30 a.m. before he left for work. Oh joy. I wonder if that had anything to do with the events of the day? 10:30 a.m. I get a call from Big D. He sprained his ankle at work. Oh joy. He's on his way home. Have the ice pack and a cold Diet Coke ready...it's hot out today. 11:00 a.m. I get a call from Big D. He's on the Loop 101 and has run out of gas. Oh joy. Now please keep in mind, we are broke as a joke. Big D tells me to get the hose and the gas can from the garage. Apparently I'm going to siphon gas from my car to put in his bike. OK...I've actually done this before (don't ask) so no big deal. I put the hose into my tank, but my lovely Buick has some kind of anti-siphon deal in there so it's no-go on the siphon. 11:15 a.m. I call our friend Kramer, who lives 2 doors down. He usually has a gallon of gas lying around somewhere. He says he'll check and let me know. 11:20 a.m. Kramer, who's probably more broke than us, if that's possible, comes over with $4 in change and his gas can. After thanking him profusely, I grab our gas can and head to the gas station. (Thank you, Kramer!) 11:45 a.m. I finally get to Big D after the scenic tour on Loop 101...oh joy. He puts the gas in his tank and heads off toward home. I was behind him, and noticed something was amiss. Here's what he failed to mention: he sprained his left ankle. For all of you non-motorcycle riders, this means that his shifting ankle was inoperable. So he's moving his whole leg to shift, but when he does this, he keeps shutting the bike down, because his ignition switch is right at his left knee. It's a custom toggle switch. (long story for another time) So he finally makes it home and I take his boot off, with much pain. His ankle swells to the size of a football as soon as the boot is off. I have never seen anything like this before, and I am the queen of crutches. I tell him we need to go get an xray. He fights me on this, as I expected. He asks for Tylenol or Motrin. "We don't have any," I tell him. Once he realizes that I'm going to be the xray Nazi, he agrees to go to the ER. After 3.5 hours at Banner Thunderbird Hospital, Big D is at home, in bed, doped-up on Percosets, and has a sprained ankle. No riding, no working at least for a few days. Now what is it with hospitals??? I understand that this is a workman's comp claim, and we won't have to pay the hospital bill, but we don't have any health insurance right now and they wanted to write prescriptions! Hello??? Did I not just say we don't have any insurance? WTF? Did you not hear me? So, there will be no cigarettes or gas this weekend. Big D and everyone he works with was expecting to get paid tomorrow, but the boss broke the news this morning, that they won't get paid until Tuesday. Isn't that special? OK, so anyway, that's the story for today. When it rains it pours. I swear Big D broke an f'ing mirror and didn't tell me.