Because we were pretty well homebound anyways, due to Drew's cough, we had no choice but to take it easy. I did everything the Dr. told me to do as his care-taker. I had my one timer set to make sure that he was getting ice for a half hour on, and then a half hour off. I haven't been on such a demanding schedule since bringing Emma home as a newborn! Then I had another timer going to pain medication, and then I had yet another timer going for Drew (so much going on, I wasn't about to rely on myself to keep up with it all.... I know myself better than that and have no problem admitting it).
Colin laid on the couch Monday evening, but was up and at 'em the next day. I was so proud of him. Here we are almost two weeks later, and he's still pain free! Yay!
I had to snap a couple of pictures of how pitiful he looked. Of course he hammed it up for the camera, wanting to seem way more pitiful than he was, then he got me laughing so hard we couldn't stop. Here's the results of our silliness.
My poor, swollen hubby
looking so pitiful in his ice sling...
...and even more pitiful
ok, this is getting ridiculous!
This is where I begin laughing...
... and that just makes things worse.
Mr. Funny
And life is good again.
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