Hubby slipped on Saturday night and took quite a spill. We thought he may have broken something, but in the end it turned out to be a sprained ankle and bruised heel. The doctor has given him a cane. So essentially what this means is that my husband will spend the last month of his twenties hobbling around on a cane.
This just goes to show that cobblestones and rainfall don't mix well with shoes that have poor traction. Especially when the wearer of said shoes has been toasting the evening with Long Island iced tea(s).
To make matters worse, he's also coming down with the flu. So he's sniffy, limpy, Tiny Timmy. It's just about the saddest thing I ever did see.
As I myself was rather under the weather come Sunday morning, I fear I wasn't much of a nursemaid. In truth, for the better part of the morning it was all I could do to listlessly toss a bag of frozen edamame in the general direction of his foot. But by evening I was a regular Clara Barton.
It's remarkable how a sprained ankle can turn the most mundane of tasks into a king-sized pain in the arse. Like when I blew the fuse last night. (Note to self: BUY A FLASHLIGHT.) Hubby wouldn't let me go down into that spooky basement by myself. (And thank God for that!) Instead, he inched his way behind me, step by step, first in the darkness of our apartment and then downstairs. Now, if that ain't love then I don't know what is.
Poor Hubby. The ole' geezer. xoxo
I feel so bad for Hubby...he did handle the fall with dignity and grace!
Posted by: Keely | October 01, 2008 at 11:35 AM
I just can't believe we walked all the way home afterwards! In hindsight perhaps we should've cabbed it...poor tiny.
Posted by: the odd broad | October 01, 2008 at 11:42 AM
I just can't believe we walked all the way home afterwards! In hindsight perhaps we should've cabbed it...poor tiny.
Posted by: the odd broad | October 01, 2008 at 11:42 AM