I don't think he cared for her.She asked how his day was and he said terrible .She asked why and he said because I knew you were coming. Later he called her a weirdo. I think he was trying to play
The restaurant
stomach, gall blader or stone ??
They did 2 on Tom once and they said never again. Insurance would only pay for one.
hernia
So every night we go to bed about 7 pm, and we read until about 9, then it's lights out. He goes to sleep and I come to BYC. Well, about 7:30 I got up to get something, and put my right foot on the floor first, as one does when one sleeps on the right side of the bed. And as I started to put weight on it, my knee made this loud SNAP noise, I felt excruciating pain, and down I went with a scream! I was eventually able to pull myself back up onto the bed. I took two Tylenol and a Tizanidine, got the knee brace on it and slept through the night. Just before 8 a.m., I called the local ambulance service and had them come get me. Because there was no way on God's good green earth I was going to get out of the basement without professional help. They took me to the ER in Poplar Bluff, where I got a shot of morphine (thank You, Jesus!), they x-rayed my knee and told me I had no broken bones, which I already knew. There is no MRI service available on weekends so the told me to follow up with my primary ASAP, wrote me a RX for Tramadol and booted me out the door. So I don't know yet if I have a busted ACL and won't until I get another MRI. Now understand, I just had x-rays and an MRI yesterday! Is my insurance co. going to love me! Oh, I'm sure!
Anyway, my dear GC came and got me (it's Sabbath and DH was scheduled to preach) and somehow I managed to get up the steps to the house, no mean feat, I assure you! I will be residing in the recliner in the living room for the forseeable future. Fortunately we have all the necessary implements left over from my late MIL's hip replacements: walker, wheelchair, bedside commode. I cannot touch this foot to the ground without unbearable pain. GC will be taking care of all the critters, including the chickens, and cooking. I had already made arrangements with a lady from church to come help with housekeeping. So I guess all bases are covered. I just feel ... pretty darn useless.
