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I am a spunky 25-year-old living in a suburb of Tampa. I was relocated here with my husband of 2 years from western North Carolina when the Air Force decided that we were needed in sunny Florida! I had almost all the best times of my life at Salem College in Winston-Salem, NC, the oldest women's c...

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My Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

That title isn’t exactly accurate.  I plan on having a wonderful Thanksgiving today.  It is going to be a fab day.

What I  hadn’t planned on, though, was my husband breaking his collarbone yesterday.

They were playing football at work in their off time and some guy misunderstood the difference between touch football and tackle football and when Hubby jumped up to receive a pass, this igmo plucked him from the air and threw him to the ground, where Hubby landed on his left shoulder and there was a loud snap and an immediate swelling that Hubby said looked lika a “devil head coming out of his neck”.

It’s a bad break.  He brought the x-rays home to show me.  The 2 pieces of bone aren’t even anywhere near each other anymore, (large space between them), and there are 3 bone fragments.  Ugh.  He’ll probably have to have surgery to put pins in the spaces to make sure that it doesn’t heal back all weird.

And the pain is apparently terrible.  My poor husband, who has the largest tolerance for pain of anyone I know, is taking 2 Vicodin every 4 hours and is still in so much pain that if he has to reposition himself on the couch he has to hold his breath to keep from yelling.  I can’t hardly stand to watch him.  He’s my Rock of Gibraltar and I’ve never really seen him very much in pain or very sick so it makes me weepy.

He had to sleep on the couch last night because he primarily sleeps on his left side and he was afraid that if he slept in the bed he’d roll over.  He woke up at 3:30 and tried to sleep in the bed but couldn’t get comfortable after 10 minutes. 

I just feel so sorry for him and so helpless that I can’t do anything to make it better. 

It took me an hour and a half to get to sleep last night because I couldn’t make “Dear God, please heal him swiftly and correctly and don’t let him hurt so much” out of my head.  It was like a broken record.  When I woke up just slightly at 3:30 when I heard him come in the bedroom, it started again.  It was after 5 before I was able to go back to sleep.

He’s still asleep on the couch.  I know that he’ll need his pain medication when he wakes up, but I’m so thankful that he’s able to be comfortable enough to sleep, because I know that his little bone cells will be working extra hard while he’s sleeping.  I’m missing the Thanksgiving parade and I don’t even care. 

I hope he sleeps all day- I’ll just sneak around in the kitchen and try to be quiet.  Actually, I did my cranberry sauce and my pumpkin pies last night, so the only things I have to do today are: put ham and turkey breast in oven, boil rice for Hubby, put dressing in oven for me, steam dilled peas, (which I decided on instead of broccoli), and bake rolls.  It’s pretty quiet stuff.

Plus, we won’t eat until 2:00ish, so even if I do accidentally wake him up, he has another few hours of sleep until I start fussing about in the kitchen.

I’m going to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving on iTunes now.  Hope you all have a wonderful day and that you eat yourselves silly.