My Dearest Husband was injured on our return
flight from Hawaii last week Friday.
He was removing our carry-on bag from the
overhead bin and possibly tore his left Bicep.
We finally got an MRI done this past Friday,
but because we live in cowboyville,
we had to drive over 150 miles to have it done.
He has an appointment with an
Orthopedic Surgeon later this afternoon
to access the injury and go forward.
I'm praying, sending requests to the Universe, thinking
good thoughts that it's just a small tear and that
Physical Therapy and rest will do the trick.
Here's the real rub,
he's left handed
So he's unable to real do much, but just like
a STUBBORN man, he tries anyway!
He's not in too much pain, so long as he
DOESN'T DO ANYTHING!!!
Normally, he does all of the driving if it's the
two of us, but not since last week!
So this was the first time for me driving in
the Greater Phoenix area.
I did okay, just 1 or 2 anxiety attacks,
but all in all I did well.
We've also found out that DH is a terrible