Charlie is home. Actually, he came home Wednesday afternoon, but I didn't get around to blogging about it until now. I've been busy hovering over him, checking his hand every couple of hours (I have gory pics if anyone would like to see them), and reminding him to take his antibiotics. He's glad I went back to work last night.
I'm worried about him. I think something might have happened to him in the hospital that turned him into a girl.
Wait. That didn't sound right.
But seriously, y'all. He's been acting kinda girly ever since he came home.
Wednesday night was not a good night at all. I know this because both of us cried. That automatically makes it a really bad night. Sending a guy home with an open wound (the surgeon didn't stitch it up because he says it'll heal better if it's open), a bunch of antibiotics and painkillers, and a booklet about MRSA that will scare the bejeebers out of anybody can be a little overwhelming. On top of all that, Charlie doesn't have health insurance or even sick leave at his job, so now he's got this big hospital bill and no money coming in to cover it. So he cried. Then I cried because he cried. Then he told me I wasn't re-bandaging his hand right and I cried some more. Finally we both sat on the couch with a box of Kleenex and cried it out while eating a whole bag of peanut butter cups. You know, because that's what girls do. Except that only one of us is a girl. I think.
Then Thursday or Friday we had a big discussion about laundry detergent. I mean, for like half an hour. He's been buying the cheap kind but now he thinks he might buy the kind I use because he likes the way his clothes smell when I wash them at my house. Besides, he says, "your soap gets my whites whiter". Seriously. He said that.
But what really sealed the deal about him becoming a girly-man was what happened last night. I called him from work to check on him and he said he couldn't talk to me right then. Why? "Because there's a really good movie on Lifetime and I don't wanna miss it." A really good movie on Lifetime?? I thought he was joking until he hung up so he could watch the movie. He texted me during a commercial to tell me that "another good movie's comin on" after that one.
Who is this guy, and what has he done with my Charlie??