Again, my husband is hurt. This time it really may be my fault. Even though he said he wasn’t feeling completely healed from his knee and subsequent ankle injury, I encouraged him to go to softball practice yesterday. I didn’t think it would be that bad. He could just pitch and not have to run or bat. I was talking on my cell phone when it happened. He was hit by a line drive and couldn’t get out of the way in time. Right on his shin! The bruise and immensely huge bump was immediately apparent. I drove him home and he proceeded to ice down yet another injury.

I told him to talk to his doctor today since he already had an appointment scheduled. I was worried that some new medications that he was taking may be the culprit for his arthritis returning and the reason behind his recent injuries. I wasn’t at the doctor with him so when he told me he has to stay on the medication, I continued to hammer him with questions and, I am sure, irritate him knowing that I am not a doctor and that I do not, in fact, have all the answers.

When he tried to tell me what the doctor said, all I could hear was Blah, Blah, Blah. I worry about him and want what is best. I worry that something serious could happen. If you have a spouse or children I am sure you know what I mean. I guess today is just my way of venting when there is nothing that I really can do to make it better.