(Yep.  Mark broke his knee.  And yes, I know that I should be sympathetic and hopefully I will be.  But let’s face it – men tend to be babies when they’re sick or injured which means this could be a LOOOOOOOONG six week recovery!  This is all meant in fun and to keep both my and his humor intact!  And in all honesty, he really is being an incredibly good sport about it all…)

I know I should be thankful for the doctor’s diagnosis

But I fear that what he said leaves me with a grim prognosis.

I know I’m not the injured one, just the injured’s wife

But that doesn’t mean this injury will not affect my life.

Fractured knee cap, broken patella

That’s what they told my hurting fella.

But the pain he feels can’t quite compare

To the burden this “nurse maid” now must bear.

The brace that he wears means he can’t drive the car

Which makes me his driver both near and so far.

No yard work for six weeks, no lifting, no weight.

Which means he gets out of the chores that he hates.

Deep sighs with each movement, loud groans with each step.

The volume grows louder if I don’t notice yet.

Visions of him in a chair, ringing a small bell

Let’s just say with such a plan I wouldn’t do so well.

Sympathy starts strong and well, my empathy runs full

But by day three it all runs thin and my patience hits a lull.

Such things should not surprise me, I just need to have a plan

For my difficult prognosis – caring for an ailing man…