My tough 6 foot 1 hubby has broken his right foot. Seems kickball was a bit too rough this week and as he was sliding home, some player threw a ball at him which somehow made him kick the ground thus shattering some bones in his foot. Of course, we didn't find this out until last night at Urgent Care. My hero went to work yesterday, I am not sure how since he could barely walk. I guess he thought since I refuse to go to the doctor for my stomache he would refuse to go for his foot. But there is a big difference the doctors don't ever help me and he his foot may be damaged.
But by midday yesterday, he agreed he should go have a doctor look at his foot and told me he would go to Urgent Care near his work. He called me about 7pm and said he needed to come home and have me drive him to the doctor so they can put a splint on his foot. So back to urgent care we go.
We left with a perscription, two new crutches, bandaged foot in a splint and a xray that we had to check out to give to the specialist he is seeing today. I was so anxious, I got dizzy and felt like I had to throw up. All I could think about was how much pain he was in but apparently he said he was doing ok. Brian was in good spirits the whole time (as compared to when he limped into the house after his game) but I couldn't help but continue to worry.
I drove hime to work today and his buddies will take him to the doctor where he is likely to get a cast for 6-8 weeks. I am going to go pick him up later this afternoon and take him home. Then we have to figure out how he will get to and from work each day. Likely, I will take him in and pick him up. So it looks like we are carpooling buddies for a while.
But by midday yesterday, he agreed he should go have a doctor look at his foot and told me he would go to Urgent Care near his work. He called me about 7pm and said he needed to come home and have me drive him to the doctor so they can put a splint on his foot. So back to urgent care we go.
We left with a perscription, two new crutches, bandaged foot in a splint and a xray that we had to check out to give to the specialist he is seeing today. I was so anxious, I got dizzy and felt like I had to throw up. All I could think about was how much pain he was in but apparently he said he was doing ok. Brian was in good spirits the whole time (as compared to when he limped into the house after his game) but I couldn't help but continue to worry.
I drove hime to work today and his buddies will take him to the doctor where he is likely to get a cast for 6-8 weeks. I am going to go pick him up later this afternoon and take him home. Then we have to figure out how he will get to and from work each day. Likely, I will take him in and pick him up. So it looks like we are carpooling buddies for a while.
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