Because it really is personal…

so, because he was bored of the TV, and bought groceries with me (probably shouldn’t have but he wanted out of the house), I took Sweet Daddio to go see “up”. Cute movie. Anyway, halfway through he started to turn a little pasty and closed his eyes some. I’m guessing we should have saved the movie for a later day. I’m also guessing he might not be ready for work tomorrow, but he wants me to take him anyway. Theoretically, I’ll be there and will keep him from doing too much.

Ok, a story about the whole thing with the arm. He and Cj were wrestling, and CJ fell on his arm, breaking it. We all sort of looked stunned for a second as his arm just kind of flopped at an unnatural angle, bone protruding from the skin and all. SD, being made of Testosterone and Bear Hair, looked at his flopping arm and bone, says “Oh Shit”, grabs his hand and yanks it all back into place, then turns pale and lays down. (Later I asked him why he did that and he said that he just couldn’t stand to see his arm looking so strange.) I run around in circles for a second, then find a pair of wooden spoons and an old towel, an ineffectually splint his arm to get him to the hospital. Later on when the pain meds kick in, he falls asleep. At one point during his slumber, he lets out a snort, sits up and says “I need a steak!” and promptly falls back asleep. Bless him, he hadn’t had breakfast and it was noon. Turns out the lack of breakfast was a good thing because it meant he could go straight into surgery.

He’s doing fine. He’s only taken the Percocet a couple of times, because it makes him sweat and flush. He is finding that Aleve and Motrin work just fine without the weird side effects. However, he isn’t ready to do a full days work, or even a half day’s It’s a strain on the system, all this medical stuff. He has also been told “no alcohol and no cigars” as they cause healing to slow. Bless his heart.

I’m trying to be helpful, but honestly I’m not the world’s most empathetic person. I just try to remember how he treated me after I had the hip replaced. But y’know, I love him, and I married him “in sickness and in health, for better and for worse”.

Now work is harrassing him. Apparently someone I’d like to take a switch to is taking advantage of him being gone, and stirring up shit with a stick. It’s all very political and backstabbish and you’d think that grown men would know better, but they don’t. Now he’s feeling a deep obligation to be at work tomorrow and frankly, he’s not ready. *sigh* I’m going to go with him, sit around and look impatient and tell the story of him setting his arm and asking for steak, to make a point of how big his balls are, because that’s the kind of thing it takes at that place.