I walked into the house and found the Handsome Husband half asleep and exercising with Nancy on the television screen. I did a double take and then asked how he was feeling. “I feel like someone hit me in the shin with a baseball bat… How do you think I feel?”
The next day I picked up his prescription and then played nurse-maid for the next week as he laid in bed all hopped up on pain meds and taking long naps. He went in for a half day this past Monday and then it was back to work as usual. He refused to use the crutches and tore off the soft cast on the third day… But besides that, he has taken this whole chainsaw accident in stride.
Stuff happens. Scars are cool. Life goes on.