Things started off pretty good for us last night but then everything went sideways. We had a tasty dinner (store bought lasagna, which sounds bad but tasted fine, plus anything I don't have to cook from scratch is a welcome break for me once in a while) and chocolate pie for dessert. I opened a bottle of champagne and started sipping it while we watched tv. The dogs had been fed and taken for a quick walk before dark, because people around here like to start shooting off fireworks early. They were lounging around, not paying any attention to the booms and cracks outside. George went and got in his bed early.
Then, around 9:30, Gregg said he wanted to lie down for an hour and to wake him up. I waited until around 11:00, and as soon as he got up it was apparent something was wrong. He kept getting a sharp pain in his side whenever he took a deep breath. It may be related to a fall he had on Tuesday night. He had to go service some aquariums, and when he got home Poppy was so excited to see him that she ran straight into his knee and knocked him to the ground. His knee has been swollen and painful since then, and I'm beginning to think he must have pulled some muscles in his chest when he fell. At any rate, it hurt him so much I tried to talk him into going to the emergency room. He refused and went back to bed. I don't know why he insists on being so damn stubborn! It makes me crazy!
This morning, he says it's not as bad, but he's spent the whole day so far lying down, which is really not like him. Besides his painful side and knee, he seems okay otherwise so I'm just keeping an eye on him for now. But I do wish he'd go get checked out.
Men can be so frustrating!
