Ouch

(Note: technically it's Sunday the 24th, but to me, it still feels like Saturday as I write this, so it's dated Saturday.) I want to say right out that Bunny is doing fine. Well, as fine as one can be having broken both shoulders. And at this time, that's about all we know, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Earlier today, Bunny went to the gym. I pulled out the lawn mower and was finishing up when I received a call from Bunny. Or rather, the EMT was using her phone to inform me that Bunny had fallen, and to meet them at the gym. A minute later, I received another call from Bunny's phone—this time the head EMT told me to forget the gym, head to the hospital as they were taking her there. As I learned, Bunny was trying to get off the treadmill when it moved when she wasn't expecting it, followed by a rather hard tumble as she tried to catch herself. I met her at the Emergency Room. She wasn't in pain per se, but only if she moved her arms. An hour in, and she goes off for an X-ray. An…