I seriously couldn’t find an image about a husband being right. True story.
I am on a kick of ‘fix that shit’, and the current project is my ratfucksonofabitch shoulder.
Those of you that have been around these parts for a while (or are uber archivers *waves*) will know that quite a while back 4 years ago! I damaged my shoulder, but LIFE got in the way, along with a little brain fart 2 days before the surgeons appointment, and then a series of most unfortunate events sorta kinda took precedence over my screaming shoulder. So nothing got done about it.
And what the heck, I had another one after all.
Fast forward to the last few months, and the shoulder that was doing all the grunt work because of the ratfucksonofabitch useless shoulder, went all OH, HELL NO and decided to show me what REAL chronic pain is all about motherfucker.
So here we are, fixing shit and finally seeing a physiotherapist that I could snap like a twig, and will probably have to schedule appointments around his year 8 exams but has the hands of a 30 year old rugby player on steroids.
Oh it hurts so good.
How does this have anything to do with my husband being right? Hold onto your panties, I am setting a SCENE here.
After seeing Doogie Howser on Wednesday, I have had my shoulder taped up and by this morning it was getting to the point where even MPS was suggesting it would be a good idea if I bit the bullet and washed my hair.
(as an aside: I could totally SHOWER with the taped up shoulder, just not wash my hair. And the build up of dry shampoo was starting to look a little like Magic Sand. Sexy.)
I have got to the point where I am filled with dread at the thought of washing my hair. The pain tips the scale around 9cm dilated with a 3 headed baby.
MPS, well aware of the pain washing my hair causes not only me but everyone in earshot, suggested maybe perhaps I could possibly think about but totally only if I want to take my uber pain killers BEFORE my shower to loosen up my shoulders, instead of AFTER my shower when I can barely lift my hand to my mouth to chug those fuckers down before retiring to the couch with my useless arms at my side for the next 10 hours.
And fuck me dead the fucker was right. The pain killers totally took the edge off and I reckon it will only take me an hour or so to recover.
So, yes MPS, you were right.
And here is the blog post to tell the world. If I was totally pain free I would bake you a cake.
(probably not, but the sentiment was sorta there)
So has your partner/significant other past or present ever actually been right?
Were you as shocked as me?
Did you bake them a cake or just quietly sulk for a while?
I go back to the physio on Monday and he is going to work on BOTH shoulders. Perhaps I should book a hair wash at the hairdressers and take a flask of medicinal margaritas…