Tales of The One Armed Man

My sweet big guy has suddenly and most upsettingly and unsettling become an one armed man. Yes, he still has his arm; however, he cannot use it. Tuesday, now known as the worst day EVER my hubby tore his bicep muscle. To get a very clear idea of what this means, put your arm at a 90 degree angle to your body. Now feel the tendon (almost bone like) thing on the inside of your elbow. That right there, came completely detached from the bone and (like a rubber band) shot his bicep up towards his shoulder, which left the bicep muscle hanging towards the inside of the chest. Horribly graphic, I know!

 

His poor arm!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow he will have surgery to repair his muscle which requires a very long (9-12months) recovery time to regain the strength and muscle in his arm. So say a prayer for him if you think about us! :)

 

Starting today I will be giving little updates on how my big guy is managing life with one arm; which happens to be  his left arm (and he happens to be left-handed)! Anytime you see the title, "Tales of a One Armed Man", know that I am talking about my guy and his recovery!

 

His funny tale:

John decided to help bring all our neighborhood kids to church since he couldn't help with any of the set up because his poor arm is slinged uselessly to his body. He drives from the church to the neighborhood (which is thankfully less than 2 miles) to discover we (his loving church family) have already picked up all the kids and were on our way back to the church with all of them. So all alone, he turns back around to head to the church. On his way, he remembers how nice my heated seats are and decides it would be so nice to enjoy them on his quite drive back. Well, being of one arm, he accidentally hits the #1 setting on my seat (which happens to be mine for my very short figure of 5 foot 4 inches --he is 6 feet tall!!) and you all know what happens right!?! (lol). My seat starts making it's slow trip up to the steering wheel as he is slowly and very frighteningly is crushed into it! He tries with no avail to stop the seat but doesn't succeed cause, well, his arm is strapped to his side and he cannot take the other hand off the steering wheel! Sucking face with the windshield and praying for a stop sign ---he finally comes to one.....he has to put the car in park and open the door to be able to press the #2 button (which is his setting), to finally get a full breath in he lungs, stretch his legs, and most importantly, get the steering wheel out of his chest! (hahaha) I think it will be a very long time before he even attempts to use those lovely heated seats!