Himself has started physical therapy.
Now, that's standard operating procedure for the arthroscopic stuff that they did (so I'm told....LOL......Like I'd KNOW this stuff?)
But himself has decided that he hates the physical therapist.
I'm sure it's nothing personal.
He just hurts before he shows up, he hurts while he's having his arm manipulated by the little fella.....and he hurts when he leaves the joint.
And he gets to see the fella three times a week!
I almost feel bad for the little fella.
I do feel bad for himself.
C'mon....being stuck with ME as your only company some days....he's deserving of sympathy!
But---please excuse me for being a bit self indulgent here....
Himself's not whining and carrying on about pain, the world hasn't come to an end cuz he's got an owie......
He's not liking that he can't tie his own shoes.
He's not liking that I get to cut up his food for him.
He's not liking that he can't help with everyday things that he's accustomed to helping with.
He's not liking that I haffta help him dress.
He's not liking that he can't maneuver a spoon with his left hand with much grace.
He's not liking that he can't cook, do laundry OR drive a vehicle.
He especially isn't liking the inability to effectively lasso his own underwears over his feet with his working left hand.
LOL
He'll get over it.
But LORD have MERCY!!!!!!
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to do that."
"I'm sorry. I know it's difficult for you."
"I'm sorry. You don't need to bother with that, really."
"I'm sorry. No, really.....this is wonderful....." (his response to the lumpy smashed taters...LOL)
"I'm sorry. I do wish I could at least help......"
Couldn't he just WHINE and complain about all this?!
Does he haffta be SORRY?
We NEED to speed up this 'He'll get over it.' deal, please.
Oh wait.
Coffee?
Yep, I'll be glad to make some!
(NO, DON'T DO IT!!!!)
Too late.....
"I'm sorry. I can't quite pour it in yet, but I could at least fill the kettle."
Rawr.
6 comments:
did you say coffee? Are you sure it's not cawfee? hehe huhu haha
No body but you for company. Come on, that isn't so bad is it?
Independance is hard to give up once you have it...so I'm told.
Here's to a speedy recovery!
*holds out mug expectantly*
:-)
(hot milk, no sugar, ta very much)
(yeuch - the word ver was "sudsy" - does that mean the bubbles aren't the hot milk, but that I didn't rinse the mug properly. . .)
Tell Himself he's free to slap me with his good arm when he's well, but hey I'm going through a grateful phase right now (hmm I say that like it's a bad thing???) and methinks all the can-still-do things outweigh the can't-do-right-now stuff.
I know. It's just not cricket to have a bung arm...especially when it means you're made to eat lumpy mashed potato. hehe ;-)
Yes, I'm running away now... ;-)
laughing...he probably wouldn't be quite so sorry if he knew how much you are enjoying cutting food and lassoing underwears....laughing...
hang in there....it'll be over...and he'll want to make it up to you....
LOL! You could try telling him yup, I shouldn't have to and yup, it's difficult and ok, I won't bother and yup, it's a shame you can't help :)
He'll soon start complaining :)
As for the taters...I bet he counts himself a lucky man to get them mashed at all :)
(Hope he feels better really soon though :)
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