Go Figure

As I have reiterated time and time again about L's propensity for medical catastrophes....here we go again. Even when we were first together and he was stationed in Korea, he would call and tell of his latest air cast or pain medication prescribed for some random injury. On our first anniversary, he stepped on a softball and broke his ankle running in from the field. Last year, it was an emergency battlefield surgery in Iraq for none other than appendicitis. He has been admitted to every single partition in the local emergency room. There is ALWAYS something.

So, of course, no one can blame me for banning the dude from any physical activity other than those absolutely necessary to breathe and accomplish his duties...especially since his homecoming was drawing so close. I've got to give it to the guy, he actually listened to his better half this time and played it extra careful.

Four and a half months have lapsed without incident...thank goodness. BUT, now that he has officially departed Iraq and is awaiting his flight home from Qatar...he apparently thought he was safe? No sirreeee!

Within hours of landing in the much safer country, hubby lets loose and manages to twist his ankle! AAAAAGGGHHHH! Doesn't this guy understand that frivolous injuries in combat zones do not necessarily merit a Purple Heart?

All things considered, it isn't quite so bad. He is walking fine on it, or so he claims, and is not altogether too swollen. Given that man's luck, he'll be on crutches coming off the plane.

And he tells me this at three o'clock in the morning. Geez, thanks, love.

UPDATE: L is now claiming he is fully recovered and will be coming off the plane walking.