Who knew that buying Farmer John sausages could be dangerous for your health? I'm not talking about the cholesterol content or the calories from fat; no, it's far worse than that. It's the bargain high you get when they go on sale at Safeway for .99 cents a package. It makes you do crazy things, like fall off of front porches.

Tonight, Hubby went shopping and picked up several of these offending packages. The men in my family are huge breakfast meat eaters and when they're favorite sausages come on sale, it's a deal you can't pass up. After Hubby bought his limit, he returned home and brought the groceries in. He then walked out the front door onto the porch in order to take his bargain trove out to the garage freezer. In the process, he managed to do this:

He described the sick feeling of his ankle rolling out from under him and then looking up only to find himself lying in my rose bushes . As the rain softly trickled down his face, he could see the rest of his family gallivanting around the living room, blissfully unaware he was down and out in the front yard. In normal circumstances, the idea of roses and rain might be actually kinda romantic - too bad his ankle was throbbing because it really took away from the mood.

After wrangling up a willing grandparent, I drove him to the ER (and yes, I made him wait a minute so I could get a pre-treatment picture). Out of my numerous visits to the ER with Hubby (he tends to be a little accident prone), this one was definitely the smoothest and the quickest. The waiting room was full of people but the ER did a great job of running people through - something I've never experienced before especially in the ER.

After a quick x-ray, it was determined that Hubby didn't break his ankle but he did in fact, tear the ligaments. The doctor explained to us that the damage severity was measured as a 1, 2, or 3 (1 being the best, 3 the worst) and Hubby was a high 2. I told him he was an overachiever. I also told him that he was just trying to take away my spotlight since I was supposed to be the sick one today. He didn't laugh at either of my jokes.

As we end the night, I'm watching him nurse his second package of frozen veggies and chase down several Ibuprofen with a glass of water. I'm hoping he sleeps well because I know I'll be playing nursemaid tomorrow. I'm no Nancy Nurse so my plan is to keep him heavily sedated with alcohol and horse tranquilizers I've hidden in his prize sausages - which by the way, did eventually find their way to the freezer via a gimpy Hubby.

I married a good guy, and a bargain shopper at that.