So it’s been a helluva week. Yesterday I had some dental
work done and let’s just say they didn’t fix it properly. I can’t eat without
being in pain. My right side is sensitive to hot and cold and my jaw is in
agony. I’m going back today to have it fixed – hopefully properly.
If that wasn’t enough…I was at my desk and talking to the
hubby, who was upstairs. I’m yelling up and he’s yelling back down. I had to go
into our daughter’s room, which is right next t to my office and I come out
still talking to him. He wasn’t answering so I go to the living room and what
do I find? Him, on the floor, his teeth clenched and holding his leg, his knee
to be exact. The baby gate is on top of him…this was kinda funny to me, but I tried
not to laugh. He’s hurt.
First I must explain…there’s something about people falling
and hurting themselves that all the women get into a fit of laughter over. I don’t
know why…I inherited that gene. So, pinching my lips together I rush over and
try to casually ask if he’s okay. I’m trying not to laugh. I know he’s in pain
because he’s wincing and the man doesn’t complain ever.
It took all my might, but I managed to keep my composure and
find out what happened. It appears he missed a step on the way down the stairs
and fell…oh, and he had his laptop in his hand. Guess what he says…I saved the laptop.
Great!!!! And busted up his knee in the process. It’s badly
bruised, nothing was broken. When the doctor asked if he wanted the morphine he
declined. I offered to take his share but they weren’t willing to give it to
me. Bastards!
And so that’s how my week has been. I have to work overnight
tonight and all day tomorrow. Let’s hope he can hobble around enough to take
care of the baby for me.
Oh... ow! I'm trying not to laugh!
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