Art had his two week follow-up this past Monday and the doctor was very happy! They took the stitches out (25!) and sent him on his way. I had told Art that it doesn't hurt too badly when they take the stitches out, but that night he told me it does when the nurse mistakes a piece of skin for a stitch. Repeatedly. His hand is still sore and swollen which is hard for him because it was doing so well before his appointment and now feels he's taken ten steps backwards.

Art has been able to stay busy working (a.k.a telling people how to do his job) and driving trucks. He's just grateful that he is still able to work and doesn't have to stay at home all day (which I don't understand because I would love for an excuse to stay home all day). But he's still limited and the list of things I need done is growing longer. I discovered a few months ago that our dryer isn't working. I didn't think much about it because I wasn't going to need it until November-ish so I didn't push Art to fix it. Well, he won't be out of the splint until probably December and I know I will need my dryer before then. Our dishwasher needs it's annual de-scaling; because of our hard water things get plugged up, but this involves taking the dishwasher out of its hole and reaching around into the abyss where mice and creepy-crawlies live to take off the tube and get rid of the rust and scale. It's gross, but it needs to be done because the dishwasher stopped washing dishes last night. Of course I did not discover this until I went to unload a very full load of dishes, which meant I spent the later part of the evening washing dishes. I hate washing dishes, hate it. It's why I have a dishwasher.

But I don't tell Art all of this because he already knows it needs to be done, but he also knows that it's hard to do with one hand. Could I help him? Probably. But it's gross and I'm a girl. I would rather wash dishes than accidentally touch something dead or have something crawl up my arm and into my hair. 'Cause that could happen.