Just in case you missed this little gem. This was a few weeks after losing the jobs, etc. Rob decided to go and play church ball. I could just end there huh? (In fact, the year before last he broke his collar bone playing in the Turkey Bowl.) Well, he comes home and proceeds to watch a 2hr episode of American Idol and then as he's getting ready to get in bed he mentions his foot hurts. Cut to 4 AM when I wake up and the bed is empty. No husband. I look around the house and then call his cell. He answers and then tells me that he is in fact at the pharmacy picking up some prescriptions because his foot is broken. The pain apparently got so bad that he couldn't sleep and instead of waking me up he CRAWLED to the car and drove himself to the ER. Hello?!? Not too happy about that. Then he tells me that the ER gave him some pain meds and sent him on his merry way to drive himself, now on a broken foot and hopped up on pain pills, to the pharmacy. Yeah. Really not happy here. We ended up going through a week of total ignorance trying to just get a referral from the VA so he could make an appointment to get his foot seen. Fortunately the doc had good news and said that he wouldn't need surgery! Unfortunately, Rob can't sit down and rest to save his life so a month later he went back in and was told it wasn't healing and was in fact worse. If you have any idea how to get him to sit down let me know!
turn on the military channel
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