February 24, 2012
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needing help 2….
He called again … late…”pain is excruciating…going home.” I text before I leave for work, urging him to see a doctor. He does.
The verdict: bursitis and a probable torn rotator cuff. I was right. The orthopaedist treats it aggressively, steroid injections, TENS, strong anti-inflammatories and narcotics. MRI in 2 months. Possible surgery.
Did he get a note for light duty? He goes back in to get one. What does he want for dinner? He starts to suggest going out for a bite and I veto that idea. He’s going to be in horrible pain tomorrow.
He wants me to come over and stay overnight. I’m mystified, because I know he’s going to be pretty wracked up with pain. Why the hell would he want me around? I’d dose myself and hit the hay. He wants me there. I told him I’d do some laundry and cook dinner for him. Did he want me to come over now? No. He needs to get cleaned up, throw in laundry.
He wants to hang out. Cuddle.
He’s so cute that it pulls my heartstrings….I have to remind myself that eventually he’ll be a horse’s ass again and I’ll want to take those heartstrings and tie him to a tree.
I’m on my way….sheeeesh.
