so a few weeks ago the husband came home from mens' league hockey and I heard the tell-tale signs of ice cubes clinking around.

i happened to be texting a friend at the time and i said "sounds like the husband injured himself again trying to keep up with those college boys."

we lol'd. 

yesterday he went to the doctor and found out he broke his thumb. serious? he's been using that thumb without a whimper for two weeks now. heck, the man scored three goals at mens' league last week. WITH A BROKEN THUMB. surely there must be some mistake?

he's having surgery tomorrow and will be out of commission for at least six weeks. no hockey playing, no roughhousing, no thumb wars. 

but he really got my attention when he told me no skiing. 

argh. we had plans to ski in colorado over Christmas. NOW the injury really hurts. stupid mens' league hockey. 

this reaction proves three things: a) i am selfish b) the husband needs to complain more when he's hurt c) i should never LOL when i hear ice cubes clinking around

on top of all this, i have been wondering about surgery etiquette. i mean...it's a thumb. but it's surgery. but it's on a thumb. but it's surgery. on a thumb.

sigh.

do i take the day off, drive him to the hospital, sit through the surgery and drive him home? or do i drop him off, come home and pick him up when he calls? then, do i leave for a christmas party in sioux falls or do i stay here and coddle the thumb? 

if it was a kidney or a heart, i'd totally be here. i'd even be here for an arm or leg. 

but a thumb?

what's the call on that?

bobbi assures me a good wife sits in the waiting room even for a thumb. even if it is a thumb on the non-dominant hand. 

i was going to say think of me tomorrow as i sit bored in the waiting room for 3 hours but then i remembered that is the selfish wife rearing her ugly head. 

what i meant to say is: think and pray for the husband tomorrow as he undergoes surgery on his thumb. 

amen.