dear_hubby's pain level has not improved, ack! Well, only a little, he says, but he's still effectively handicapped, without the use of the hands. Except, at least, for sipping coffee and... as he so proudly put it, wiping his own backside. (sound FX: deep sigh of relief from me)
I'm very glad I'd taken him to the emergency room yesterday - I'm hanging on to the reassurances given us by the doctor who examined him. Especially after an attempt at 3 a.m. this morning, to put some of that analgesic cream on the hands - I got them coated with the prescribed dose, but even the very lightest pressure got
dear_hubby writhing with pain. I don't know how many times I said "I'm sorry" after, but it was all I could say, for inflicting that pain.
Jake is still asleep, which is nice because of the time to myself I get now. Without a whole
dear_hubby, all of the minor household jobs generated by making sure Jake is well supplied with cups of milk-and-honeyed tea will devolve onto yours truely. I could try and do them when he goes for a walk, but dammit, I was looking forward to walking with him.
One thing at a time, and I'll try to remember to take my own advice, to breathe...
Thanks for stopping.