To make a long story short, Sam hurt his back at work. Like, really hurt his back. He’s been in excruciating pain for the past 24 hours. He kept me up all night last night while he moaned (and not in a good way) and tossed around trying to find a position to ease the pain. But, like the good wife I am, I’ve been taking care of him. Went and bought him Ben & Jerry’s, made him the dinner that he wanted, rubbed Icey Hot on all the pain, got packs of ice. Everything. This morning he wakes up and is still in pain. I was running late for work but still made time to help him out of bed, made sure he took some ibuprofen, and made sure that he didn’t need to go to the hospital. As I’m getting dressed he picks up the phone. I’m thinking that he’s about to call work and let them know that he was still in pain and wouldn’t be able to make it in today. The first person that he called was HIS MOMMY! WTF!?
Talk about momma’s boy! Sheesh.