Weekly Graditude...

It's not any worse. Steve is always soooooooooo careful when he's riding this motorcycle... and I'm grateful he is never goes riding when there is heavy traffic. So it came as a bit of a shock when he came home one day last week with a twisted ankle.

He was turning the bike around and the front wheel hit some mud and the bike fell... yes on top of him. The bike was okay... and so was he except he couldn't get his foot out from under it. So he had to pull it out... that is when he twisted his ankle. Once home from his ride... he was good... everything was fine... we iced it and he relaxed with it up. But the next morning... it wasn't so good. I kept telling him he should go to the doctor... but like a tough guy... he declined, so Rainee and I went off doing our thing... then we get this call... "I think I need to go to the emergency room... it's worse." We came come, took him to the emergency room and 2 hours later... he walks out with his foot in a splint and crutches... (as Rainee says... crunches).... He had a severe sprain, and would need to be off work for at least 5-6 days.

Rainee and I have been trying to take care of him but... Mr. Grumpy-Pants.... who doesn't want to be on crutches... who doesn't want to sit with his foot up... who doesn't want to put ice on his ankle... who doesn't want to stay home an relax... BUT he does want to do anything and everything as long as he's not at home with his foot up... has been giving us a hard time. I had to revert to desperate measures and hide the car keys... just so he wouldn't go off and go somewhere... ugh... men why do they have to be so difficult when we're trying to do the right thing for them??? Don't understand that!!!

Since Mr. Grumpy-Pants can't go anywhere... he has had us going like energizer bunnies... getting him anything his heart desires... ice cream... cheese cake... bacon-pancake-breakfasts... oh-I-don't-want-that-for-lunch-could-you-make-this!!! I think, Rainee and I have done a great job taking care of Mr. Grumpy-Pants... we're exhausted... but also very very very grateful. Grateful his foot isn't broken. Grateful he'll be good as new in a few days. Grateful it was only his ankle... Grateful knowing it could have been much much worse. We love you... Mr. Grumpy-Pants... and we're happy to take care of you and very grateful you're okay. Truly grateful.