Famous Last Words...

Outta my mouth last night, "Have fun don't get hurt!" were said as the Man of the Frumpy House was walking out the door to go shoot some hoops @ the church gym with some other guys....

Yep, then 1/2 hour later I hear the car pull in the driveway (disrupting some quiet moments I was enjoying, as the girls were off playing w/ their cousins) & soon see the Man hopping up the sidewalk to the back door...

"You're teasing me right?!" were my exact words...no compassion, nuttin'..."Are you KIDding me?!?" came out next....

I met him at the back door thinking, née praying it was a sprain & some ice & ibuprofen would fix things up..."I heard a pop & then couldn't move my foot" he grimaced.
"Oh, shoot!" I thought, that doesn't sound at all "sprainy"...

Well, after googling Achilles tendon injuries we concluded there was nothing to do (literally there is nothing listed to do for Achilles injuries) but go visit the ER....5 hours later (1 a.m. To be exact) he was home crawling in bed with a half cast, Vicodin, & instructions to stay off the foot & follow up w/ an orthopedic specialist!






Yikes!! Guess what that means...momma Frump works her tail off at the workplace & at the Frumpy House...yep! Nothing like having a broken husband, 2 kids, a dog, a cat, 15 chickens & myself to take care of!! This should be VERY interesting--if you know what I mean...






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