My husband is falling apart
Alas, poor Paul. He is slowly breaking down, but at least is starting from the bottom up.Â
Paul called me Sunday evening about the time he usually finishes his Japanese sword fighting class to inform me that he has sprained/fractured/really hurt his left ankle. Some of you may recall that he injured his right ankle last Christmas day draging luggage out to the car for our plane ride back to Missouri. I’m a really mean wife and made him get on the plane and go on vacation even though he was hurt. I did let him get the leg x-rayed the next day.
He got to use a cane for the entire week, which he thought made him look like House, but since it was only a sprain the doctor’s wouln’t give him any Vicadin. he certainly got the use out of the cane though. Everytime I tried to take a nap on that trip, he would poke me with the stupid thing and wake me up.Â
So it looks like we will be spending Monday morning at the doctor’s office getting x-rays and all that fun stuff. At least it is his non-driving foot this time!

Posted on September 23rd, 2007 at 6:02 pm
I hope he is feeling better by now! He has sprung both of them now. He can’t do it again. It isn’t allowed.
Posted on September 25th, 2007 at 3:10 am
So… what’s the verdict??