And just like that when you think that after three weeks of holidays, all you have to do is remember to set the alarm to drop the kids to school; wash, dry and iron three weeks of dirty laundry and 2 kennel smelling dogs, you then realised that no thought was more naive and you spend instead your first afternoon back at the ER.
The good news is that for once the injured part wasn’t me. It was the travelling husband who, not being able to come up with anything he could make himself useful with, like for example mowing the lawn in the back garden that started to look more like a cornfield, had decided to go play tennis and fell.
Karma!!! You would think, except his karma was all at my expense!
Considering he could put weight and effortlessly walk on his foot I gave him some ice, and quickly dismissed the whole thing as a “man tumble”( you know the same way there is the “ man flu”). I would have also graciously suggested he rest his foot up but there was no need or time for me to do that; in a matter of seconds, he hopped to the sitting room after steadily gripping the TV remotes he sprawled on the couch.
Unfortunately, 30 minutes later the pain was still “EXCRUCIATING”, he said.
“ Not even close to how EXCRUCIATING my annoyance is”, I thought and drove him to the clinic, perfectly knowing it was a waste of time.
You can imagine my surprise and shock when he came out with a boot. Did my instinct betray me? I even nearly felt guilty for those brief but deep murderous thoughts I had while waiting for him but, of course, I should have known better. A woman’s instinct never fails her, contrary to a man’s karma.
The foot was not broken or dislocated, it was just badly bruised, the nurse simply took pity on him and gave him the boot anyway knowing behind a wingy injured husband there is always a pissed busy wife.
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