I've been busy taking care of my poor husband post surgery. and no, I didn't beat him with a bat, he didn't get eaten by a dinosaur or lion, and it isn't just a bad bruise (all of which are reasons he gives poor innocent strangers who inquire about his cast)
He has really chronically bad flat feet (no arch at all) and he has been told by several doctors that he should bite the bullet and fix it now or else he is going start having a lot of complications with his knees, hips and back in the near future...
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Really, he has been super tough to go through it all and I know he is looking forward to his next surgery on the other foot in a couple of months (insert sarcasm here) Myself for the meantime? I have promised him that I will go on mandatory bed rest for the last 8 weeks of our next (in the far future) pregnancy!
