This was a weird day. My husband pulled a muscle in his back moving some boxes a couple of days ago and it really seized up on him at work yesterday. He came home a bit early last night in a lot of pain, and spent most of the evening lying on the floor. I hoped he’d be feeling better this morning, but he wasn’t – I woke up to him calling in to work. I’ve never seen him so uncomfortable, so I insisted he go to the doctor. What is it with men and the doctor, anyway? He hates going to the doc! He actually tried to convince me today that he was FINE, as long as he was lying on the floor and not sitting, standing, or walking. Dork.

So anyway, I drove him to the doctor this afternoon, which was weird in itself. I never drive us ANYWHERE – I can’t even remember the last time my husband was in the passenger seat of my vehicle while sober. He moaned and groaned every time I hit a bump or took a corner too quickly, and by the time we got to the clinic, I had a case of the giggles. Bad, unsympathetic wife. And after we got out of the car, we realized that he needed to lean on me in order to walk – which just made the situation seem that much sillier to me. My linebacker-esque husband mashing me into the parking lot by my shoulder was just cracking me up! And once inside, we found that it was easier for him to walk if he just followed me, and put his hands on both my shoulders. So, we walked through the clinic with him hunched over, halfway bent over, and pushing me along by the shoulders. I felt like we were in a horse costume!

And then my husband’s very Asian doctor was cracking me up with his demonstration of how muscles seize up and contract when you injure them – he sort of acted it out like a skit, complete with crazy facial expressions. By the time we finished up with the doctor, the clinic finally found a wheelchair for my husband that would fit him, and I pushed him to the pharmacy. I stepped out of line for a moment to snap a picture of him looking extra pitiful, and the woman standing in line in front of us glared at both of us. I laughed.

Once we left the clinic, prescriptions in hand, we decided we were both starving. The muscle relaxers were kicking in, and my hubby was actually feeling a lot better, so we didn’t have to do our horse imitation anymore. We hit a nearby Mexican restaurant and had an absolutely delightful dinner together, and talked and laughed all through dinner and all the way back home. My husband actually got a little mushy, thanking me for taking care of him all day, and telling me how happy he was that he married me. Awww! I sure wasn’t thinking we’d have a date night when I saw him laid out on the floor this morning!