Remember back in May when My Lord Dr King did this? Skateboard crash in the park.
The hospital diagnosed a broken rib or two but the x-rays showed no breaks in his arm.
Awesome, let the healing begin.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago.
You know when you have a niggling pain, like a thorn in your side, or a piece of glass in your foot that has to work its way out?
Well My Lord Dr King’s arm wasn’t making the recovery it should. He’s been working out trying to strengthen it back up but the pain was still quite strong.
The belligerence was getting stronger too. The annoyance factor was ramping up. Things are busy here, the kids are on vacation, the routine is all messed up. All the things to make any normal person feel crappy. Especially one who works from home.
Frankly the mood was just getting worse. NO matter what I did to try to appease it. (Yeah EVEN that!)
Eventually I did what all wives do when their super communicators aren’t communicating.
I asked. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I just don’t feel right.” he answered
“No shit.” came my sympathetic reply
I actually asked if he was sick of me! You know, years together can do that to a person.
So last Monday he said, “I think I need to go to the doctor because I just don’t feel right.”
And now, just for fun, we get to see an orthopedic surgeon.
Sneaky broken arm! No wonder he wasn’t feeling well. Who has a broken arm for 6 weeks and tries to heal it by working out?