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I got a call from my significant other this morning. He'd had a coughing fit, and the muscle in his side that had been bothering him decided that it had been extended beyond its capabilities. It tore. It was all he could do not to pass out from the pain. Somehow he struggled over to the phone and reached his mother, who is thankfully a neurologist who lives a few blocks away. She was able to check and advise him, and run some urgent errands.

Holed up in bed, unable to be touched, and still in a fair amount of pain, he seems to be in fair spirits under the circumstances. I'll be around to pamper and aid him, but I know he's frustrated by the amount of stuff-- work, plans, preparations for the move to his new condo- that will have to remain undone in the weeks he'll be restricted from movement.

We'd had such a beautiful day the day before, and it's good that we were able to be playful and free in the open air just prior to his injury. But it seems to me like we're characters written by our beloved Joss Whedon. "Look at the happy pair! But they'd better enjoy it now, because come tomorrow, it's obstacle city."

I could use some help brainstorming just what to do to amuse and distract a bedridden patient. Playing cards? Magazines? Movies? Books? Any ideas, other than these trite ones?