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What do you say to that?

So The Husband fell and hurt his shoulder and spent the week whirling through a blitz of visits to various doctors and imaging centers around the city at all hours — did you know that they can schedule and MRI at 10:30 at night? Anyway, Friday morning at 9 o’clock, we went in for the orthopedist visit (all three of us — it’s nigh impossible to drive a stick shift one-handed) and yes, indeed, he was going to need surgery. Monday. And then he needed to stay at home for at least a week, preferably two, to recoup.

With that news fresh in our minds, The Husband went into work to arrange to be away for a week and do the paper work for all that that entailed. I had a million errands that needed running because I hadn’t done any during the week and I had The Best Friend visiting. (She helped with the errands.) On my way to ‘Bucks for my first sugar infusion of the day, I called my parents to see if they could sit with The Child while I was at the hospital with The Husband on Monday. Sure they could — my dad has enough accumulated vacation time to take the rest of the decade off.

Then, after work and a quick drop by the Harry Potter parties raging around Cambridge, The Husband called his mom — The Mother-in-Law — to let her know. He described his injuries — the muscle has popped off the bone, bringing one or more splinters of bone with it. They are going to try to arthroscopically go in and screw those bone slivers into the humerus. If that doesn’t work, they will cut him open and suture him back together. He’s going to be using every minute of his paid time off and we may have to invoke short term disability leave, which will leave us, financially, a little crunched. He won’t be able to pick up his child for three weeks and there will be 6 to 8 weeks of p.t. after that. He’s a little nervous because he’s never had general anesthesia before.

“Do you need any help?” she asked, anxiously. “I can come up and help you if you need to.”

“No, thanks, at least not right away,” he said. “Amanda has her parents coming up to take care of The Child so that she can be with me during the surgery.”

Her parents?” gasped The Mother-in-Law. “Her parents. You asked her parents? How do you think that makes me feel?”

Yes, because it’s all about you. What the F do you say to that?

Categories: grandmothers, health
  1. karrie
    July 22, 2007 at 11:32 am

    Good grief! How *does* it make her feel? LOL

    I’m glad your parents were able to come up. I’ll be in Chicago, but if you need anything after August 1st or so, please let me know.

  2. C'tina
    July 22, 2007 at 2:49 pm

    Ouch! Those ‘Bucks infusions sure do add to the financial crunchness, don’t they? Whilst visiting my parents in W PA I saw McDonalds has an iced hazelnut coffee…. Tell the Husband NOT to overdo it in the first hours after either procedure. The anestesia leaves one with a false sense that ‘it wasn’t that bad’ and he’ll try and say, I don’t know, mop the floors or something..only to realize the next day that the hospital drugs have worn off and he’d better damn well make sure he has the hydrocodone script filled. I guess you had to call the lesser of the two evils, of which the bearer of berries seems to be….

  3. July 24, 2007 at 4:08 pm

    Ugh. My mom always pulls the “I feel bad when the IL’s get the kid’s a more expensive gift than I can” bull. What am I suppossed to do refuse it!?!

  4. Raise Hell
    July 26, 2007 at 3:15 pm

    Can the parents take turns with the child? Maybe your parents drop off the child at her house?

  5. July 27, 2007 at 3:43 am

    does anyone get along with their MIL? my husband’s mom pulls the same b.s. except more passive aggressively. makes me nuts.

    I hope your husband feels better soon. Sounds nasty.

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