Injuries, Rehab and Cookies.

Not necessarily in that order.

Over our 4th of July we did nothing.
Yes, that is correct. No firework watching.  No picnics with others. No boating, no driving, nada, nothin'.
It was wonderful.

Rick woke up with knee pain again and he's limping.
Remember when this happened the last time?
Honestly this man goes to bed fine and wakes up with a sports injury.
Last time it was a week or two of pain and then poof! it vanished in the same way it appeared...over night.
In the mean time he is really in a lot of pain and isn't moving too well.

Why is it that he leaves everything on the 2nd floor once he gets downstairs?
Oh yea, he does it to make me run up and down the stairs for him.
He says he doesn't do it on purpose but the jury is still out on that one.
This morning alone it was his wallet, his shoes and his other glasses.
After the 2nd trip up there I yelled, "Are you sure you have everything now?"
"Yes," he replied.
No he didn't.  Aargh.

Yesterday on the 4th he got up and immediately sat on the sofa with ice on his knee.
Let the whining begin.
Now to set the picture for you I have what I believe to be a torn labrum.
I go see the doctor on Wednesday.
I've had this before in my other shoulder but my rotator cuff was torn as well then so doubly painful.
So they gave me some percocets to deal with the pain until we get all this moving along.
I don't like to take them unless I am really really in pain usually just to help me sleep.
(Don't like the feeling)
So these 30 have lasted me several months.
I have one left. I offered it to Rick yesterday morning.
Was I being a nice wife and offering it to him to be out of pain or for him to stop whining?
I'll let you decided.

Because I am a good wife I make him a mighty fine breakfast.
After I'm cleaning up I ask if he was ready to start drinking because I have been dying to make this new recipe I found for Italian Margaritas.
He laughs, "Margaret it's only 10a!......Okay Sure, why the hell not!"
"Well I twisted your arm there didn't I Rick?"

I asked if he was able to hobble outside for a bit.  I got him seated (propped up) on the patio sofa with his leg on the ottoman and he was all happy and comfy sunning himself in that corner of the world.
I made a pitcher of Italian Margarita's and served him.

I heard angels singing. Boy I liked these. They are so yummy, so kick ass and well just damn good.
Cabo Wabo my favorite Tequila was on sale last week so I grabbed some. You can never find this stuff at this price and it's oh so smooth and not burning and just damn good tequila like God meant it to be.

So let's recap. Rick had pain pills, he drank tequila and he napped.
To him that was a good day except for the pain.
When he woke up he said I am so in the mood for cookies, feel like baking?
Oh sure, what the hell. So I made him some cookies. Spoiled brat don'tcha think?

This morning as he was getting ready for work. (yep on a bum knee - should be interesting) he said he was thinking about how damn good those margarita's were and how he would love to replace the water in his big jug with those drinks today. 

Hmmm, I wonder if you can get a two for one at Betty Ford? 
Alcohol, pain pills and cookies.
That's 3 issues right there. I told him I'd wait for him to get out.
Told you I'm a good wife.