The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

My husband called me from work on Tuesday right after lunch to tell me he had injured his arm lifting weights during his lunchtime workout, and that I needed to come take him to the doctor.  I drove right over and picked him up, and I could tell he was really stressed out.  I just kept quiet for a while and then finally asked him how it happened.  He was doing arm curls and as he was lowering the barbell, he felt three pops in his right arm, and it started swelling almost immediately.  We drove to the emergency care walk-in clinic that is part of the doctor's practice we go to.  The doctor who saw him said he thought it was a torn muscle, not a torn tendon, as my husband feared, and that it would probably heal on its own.  But, to be on the safe side, the doctor went ahead and scheduled an appointment for him at the orthopedic surgeon's office for the following day.  Even though my husband is right-handed and his car is a manual transmission, he still said he was fine to drive to work on Wednesday.  He called me after the appointment at the surgeon's to say that the doctor on Tuesday had been mistaken; he has a ruptured bicep tendon which will require surgery.  So the surgery is scheduled for Tuesday, June 28th.  He will be in a cast for several weeks, and was told it would probably be three months before his arm is mostly back to normal.  That was a bummer.

Then Tuesday night, the same night he injured his arm, he got out of the shower and said he gotten bitten really badly by mosquitoes when we walked our dog that evening.  He showed me the red welts on his back, around one side and on his stomach.  I'd never seen mosquito bites like those, but I didn't know what else to think.  Then Wednesday and Thursday, he said the bites were really uncomfortable and could I please get him something at the pharmacy for bug bites.  So I did.  Then my Mom called this afternoon, and I told her I was pretty sure he has poison ivy, but we couldn't figure out how he got it.  And she said, "Sounds like shingles".  Yikes!  So we dashed back over to the convenient care clinic, and sure enough, he has shingles.  No wonder he was so uncomfortable.  I'm not sure if this will cause the surgeon to postpone his surgery or not; we'll know more on Monday.  When it rains, it pours.  I feel really bad for him :(

After Wednesday, I drove Mr. FM to work on Thursday, because I could tell he wasn't really up to driving, and didn't need to be using that arm any more than necessary.  I had planned to do a post for Pink Saturday and maybe Seasonal Sundays, but I have done nothing on my blog this week at all until today.  Just too tired and stressed.  I already have a table planned for July 4th, but I don't know if I'll get to do it or not.  I can take pictures of the table, but Mr. Forest Manor's pictures turn out a lot better than mine.  I'll be busy tomorrow because our son comes home from school on Sundays.  Anyway, I'm sorry if I sound like Charlie Brown's school teacher "Wok wok wokwok wokwok".  Just wanted to say I hope I'll be able to collect my wits (a brief enough task most days)  :-) and put a post together with some sort of pics in a week or so.  Please keep us in your thoughts!

Denise