Sometimes Nelson drives me up the wall. When it comes to taking care of himself, and pain and such, he always leaves it. Typically, I'll come home from work and he says, "I have this terrible headache; I've had it all day." So I ask (knowing the answer already), "Oh, that's too bad. Did you take anything for it?" He says, "Oh, no, I didn't." Me: "Well, why don't you then, and see if it helps."
Eventually he does.
Yesterday after the accident, I wanted them to go to the doctor. There is even an emergency room in walking distance of our house, but he said he wanted to wait to see his chiropractor. Which I understand, but it still bothers me.
See, a real doctor won't do anything -- because he can't do anything. A real doctor can take x-rays (which show nothing) and prescribe pain medication. But a chiropractor can fix it. A good one anyway. There are plenty of crappy ones that string you along for the sake of insurance money.
One of the ways you can tell a good one is that they try to get rid of you as a patient. I've never gone to one, but Nelson is big on them. (So was my first husband, but that's another story.) ANYWAY, Nelson and Emma have been in accidents before. I think this is their third. Once was when Emma was very small, and afterward she walked funny. I can still see in my mind the three of us at a park, and Emma playing. As she walked away from us, she was dragging one foot behind her. It broke my heart. But after three sessions with a chiropractor, she was good as new. He said, "Oh, she's little, she doesn't need much help. Three sessions and she'll be done." And so it was.
So the TWO OF THEM want to wait out the long weekend so they can see their man. I hope I can last it. Emma's neck bothers her now and Nelson has taken some ibuprofen and dropped off to sleep. I still haven't gotten the full picture of his injuries. He just wants to bear it until Tuesday. I would strangle him, but that would only make it worse.
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