It wasn't that long ago that we agreed to the words 'in sickness and in health' so imagine my surprise when the 'in sickness' decided to test us so soon. Last night, I received a text message about going to play basketball. This is pretty typical a few times a week. I decided to use the time to rebalance my 401(k) and get a better handle of our finances. Because math doesn't come naturally to me, this is something I have to do when I can be super focused.
Around 8:30 p.m. The New Husband comes limping through the front door. "That doesn't look very good," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, it kinda hurts. I did something to it."
I dramatically checked the clock, "You mean like playing for...I dunno...three hours?"
"That might have a little something to do with it." He limped to the couch.
"Put your leg up on the arm of the couch. I'll get you some naproxen and ice."
"What do you think I did?"
"I dunno. Where does it hurt?"
He starts gesturing and explaining and I determine from my limited wisdom that it's either shin splints or quite possibly a stress fracture. Please just let it not be a stress fracture I repeat to myself. Eventually, he falls asleep on the couch. I help him get to bed.
This morning, after watching him hobble around the house, I said, "I really think you've got to go to the ER or Urgent Care. You need an x-ray to rule out a stress fracture." Of course he hemmed and hawed about it, but off we went.
We didn't have to wait long. The doctor sent him for an x-ray, which thankfully showed no fractures - full or hairline. I asked him about the possibility of shin splints and then the language barrier kicked in and we had a disagreement that resulted in an orthopedic being called down to examine The New Husband.
After a series of exams and tapping and marking points on his feet, we learn that he has 'anterior compartment syndrome' which tends to happen with overuse. He's out of commission for a few days - no work, just rest; ice; compression; NSAIDs; repeat. After most of Day 1 laying on the couch with a freezer pack on his leg, he's walking better, so there is hope that by tomorrow night he'll be well enough to be ready to go back to work on Thursday.
He and I are so alike in our inability to just 'do nothing.'
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