OK, you know what’s worse than having to pack your entire life up and move 6,000 miles away to another country in 6 weeks?
Having to do it yourself… because your husband broke his HAND and has to have hand surgery.
Yes, this is my life.
Literally I have to laugh, because if I don’t…
He slammed the car door on his hand about 2 weeks ago, and in typical male fashion refused to go to the doctor.
“I’ll go to the pharmacy and buy an Ace Bandage” was his theory.
WRONG THEORY DUDE.
Because apparently it healed wrong and he now needs to have pins put in his hand.
Surgery scheduled for tomorrow and he can’t use his right hand for 6 weeks.
Perfect timing, eh?
I really have no words.
I love him and feel freaking horrible he has to go through this, but DUDE you should have went to the hospital that day. Maybe you wouldn’t have needed surgery.
This whole move is starting to become a comedy of errors.
Stay tuned folks!