Poor.....Poor....Greg.....

Here's my MAN. So he had surgery to remove a bone spur that was attached to his achilles tendon. So they hacked it off and reattached the tendon. He had it done on the 9th and he had a checkup on the 22nd. He was hoping not to have another cast. He got a walking boot. He still can't have any weight on it. Hopefully in a month or so. Who knows. The funny part was when Sara took off the cast. He said that he looked like Frankenstein. Yep, he did! So she pulled out the pliers and started to take them out. He asked in a very concerned voice, "Are you going to give me any pain medication?" The reply was "No." Then he asked if she could spray something to cut down on the pain. The reply was of course "No." So she went for it and one came out as his leg flew up in the air with a gasp from Greg. I felt like I was taking the kids to get their shots. I told him that he would be OK. The pain would pass and the nurse needs to get it done. So once again she dug down deep and got about 12 staples out. I could hear each once. Nasty. I looked at Greg and he was sweating, I mean sweating. So he asked for a break. So we sat there for about 3 minutes, felt like 15. We were talking about having kids and once I mentioned that we have 4 children, she pulled his leg down and finshed pulling them out. Yep, 20 in all. We laughed, Sara and I did. I would post the video but Greg asked me not to. He is a tough man, cute too.