First: it's way past time my dear Hubby had a real name. In my OP, I assigned him the designation "Hubby" w/o any real thought to it, and He definitely deserves a better handle than that!
Drum roll, please . . .
So, without further ado, I hereby officially re-christen my sweet husband, the love of my life, my best friend and hunk-hunka-burnin' love . . .
wait for it . . .
wait for it . . .
FIDELIO!
(Why Fidelio, you ask? Because we're two peas in a pod, and he's one of the few people I've known in my life who are as fiercely loyal as I am.)
Now, for the news.
The backstory: Fidelio has been flat of his back for most of the last six weeks because he injured himself picking up a box that was too heavy. Hoping it just just a bad strain, he waited 2 weeks to call the doctor and 2 more for the appointment, and then 2 more when the primary care MD referred him to a surgeon thinking it was at least one hernia.
Yikes. Now we're looking at surgery, and recovery time. And Fidelio's already had this happen before, and it was 2 years before he was back up to speed.
We just got back from the surgeon. After much poking and prodding and turn-your-head-and cough-ing, turns out, it's a strain after all! The mother of all strains, the nuclear bomb of strains, a kick-your-ass-into-next-week strain, but just a strain! No hernia, no rupture of any kind. And we've already been giving the correct treatment (rest and warm compresses).
So HOORAY! Yippee! Wahoo!
Ok. That's all. Thanks for letting me share.
Drum roll, please . . .
So, without further ado, I hereby officially re-christen my sweet husband, the love of my life, my best friend and hunk-hunka-burnin' love . . .
wait for it . . .
wait for it . . .
FIDELIO!
(Why Fidelio, you ask? Because we're two peas in a pod, and he's one of the few people I've known in my life who are as fiercely loyal as I am.)
Now, for the news.
The backstory: Fidelio has been flat of his back for most of the last six weeks because he injured himself picking up a box that was too heavy. Hoping it just just a bad strain, he waited 2 weeks to call the doctor and 2 more for the appointment, and then 2 more when the primary care MD referred him to a surgeon thinking it was at least one hernia.
Yikes. Now we're looking at surgery, and recovery time. And Fidelio's already had this happen before, and it was 2 years before he was back up to speed.
We just got back from the surgeon. After much poking and prodding and turn-your-head-and cough-ing, turns out, it's a strain after all! The mother of all strains, the nuclear bomb of strains, a kick-your-ass-into-next-week strain, but just a strain! No hernia, no rupture of any kind. And we've already been giving the correct treatment (rest and warm compresses).
So HOORAY! Yippee! Wahoo!
Ok. That's all. Thanks for letting me share.