Monday, September 1, 2008

Weekend in Review

Typically I'm like Cousin Eddie, from Nat'l Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Have y'all seen that movie? Evidently he has a plate in his head from some accident. I don't remember if it was because of the time he was kicked in the head by a mule or what. Wait. No. That's his cross eyed daughter who was kicked. The whole movie is full of beautiful one-liners. One which applies here is when he's talking about the plate in his head and he says (I quote loosely), "Every time she uses the microwave, I piss my pants and forget who I am for half an hour."

I feel like that every week, without the wetting my pants part. The week rolls along beautifully, then the weekend arrives. I work, I sleep, I work, I sleep. Come Monday I forget who I am and what transpired the week before. It's weird, but it works, so long as I have my pocket calendar to remind me of what I agreed to from week to week.

This weekend was a little different. Saturday went smoothly enough. Sunday morning I came home from work, took a short nap (intending to sleep all day), and woke to a Hunny in extreme pain. He was kneeling and trying to loosen something and popped his knee out of joint. I guess it's happened before, but he's always been able to pop it back into place with no problem. This time? Not so much.

I came out to find him sweating and tearing up. He wasn't able to rotate his knee left or right, or to fully extend his leg, without severe pain. I called the nurse on duty at work, who told us to to continue what we'd started, which was ice, ibuprofen, elevation and stay off of it. Any weight on it was killer painful. Then she said that if he was in that much pain, take him to an urgent care clinic.

I brought up the clinic idea and all of a sudden everything was fine. Ayup (I'm really liking that word - can you tell?). He was all, "Go to bed. Get some sleep. You have to work tonight. They won't tell me anything at the clinic that I'm not already doing."

Y'all know what I did, right? I showered and told him we were going to the clinic. In fact, I told him to bring a book so I could nap in the waiting room. And I'll bet you can guess what happened. He refused to go. I think I got about four hours of sleep. All night last night I was counting down the hours till I could go home and sleep. It was killer, staying awake last night.

What greets me when I arrived home at 7:30 AM? The Hunny, propped up in bed, saying, "Take me to the clinic." At this point I'm tired enough to want to take him to the river and drop him in the water. Can I just tell you that I have two boys, neither of which have ever been to the ER? This is ... wait, let me count ... at least the fourth time I've taken the Hunny to some kind of ER setting since we've been married, not counting the rupturing of two discs in his back and the removal of four wisdom teeth. I'm not complaining or anything, about not having to take the kids. I'm just sayin'. I can be done now.

Remind me sometime to tell you about taking him to the ER because of the Great Dane which attacked him. But not now.

We had a day planned. My brother, Lil' Bro, invited us for dinner and time in the pool. The kids were pretty psyched, and here I left them to take dad to the clinic. But Lil' Bro stepped in and saved the day, picking up the kids and taking them for the day. Thank you, Lil' Bro!

The verdict? I didn't sleep till about two this afternoon. Thanks for asking. Oh, and it seems the Hunny has a torn meniscus. The doc called an orthopedic surgeon he knows and made an appointment for Tuesday morning. Hunny will probably go into surgery sometime that day or the next. And the doc prescribed some really good drugs. He's a little loopy right now, trying very hard not to be grouchy, poor, sweet thing.

So I'm going to crack open the beer which has been waiting for me in the back of the fridge for the last week, then hit the sack. You'll excuse me if I don't catch up on some of your blogs for a day or two? I'll keep you updated on his progress, though. If you think to pray, please do?

Until I write again ...



Karen said...

Oh Flea.....I'm so sorry. I detest beingthat tired. Poor Hunny, so painful. Praying for a speedy recovery for him and many hours for napping for you.

Tanya Brown said...

Oh dear, oh dear. I'm afraid I can imagine this perfectly:

"Don't ... worry ... about me," (said as Mr. Hunny lies on his belly and uses his hands to pull himself across the living room carpet) "I'll ... be fine. No ... need to go to doctor. No, no. That isn't a grimace of pain. I'm ... smiling."

That's men for you. You pretty much have to hit them in the head with a brick and knock them unconscious to get them to go to the doctor.

Anonymous said...

Criminy, girl...when it rains, huh? Get some hard, fast rest... hope the Hunny takes full advantage of the drugs and heals quickly!

Marguerite said...

Poor baby! You can take that for you or him... or both. We'll be praying.

Mom Knows Everything said...

You get some sleep and I hope hubby recovers quickly.

Mental P Mama said...

Oh I am so sorry to hear that. Rest up, and keep that Vicodin on hand.

Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Oh Flea, get some rest and I will say a prayer or three for your hubby, hope it all goes well.
take care,

Anonymous said...

Here is an opportunity to establish a new house rule. Flea, I know you were tired, but did you remember to extract a promise from the Hunny that the next time you insist on the clinic he submits? If not, perhaps you can get him to sign something that begins with "My wife was right" and ends with "or I will call the ambulance myself."

Karen Deborah said...

Poor baby, you not him. The torn meniscus is awful but the sleep deprivation from night shift is worse. I can't do it. Go to bed, you have my prayers for all of this. Sweet dreams.

imbeingheldhostage said...

Holy cow!! I sure will (think to pray for you all). I'm so sorry you are going through this!

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