Not Fair Fatty

As you're aware, my husband was in a horrific motorcycle accident a month ago. A deer jumped in front of him on the interstate, he wiped out, broke his ribs, got road rash, collapsed his lung and lacerated his spleen. He continues to be in pain, and suffering side effects we weren't counting on (apparently he left his sense of humor on the highway with most of his arm skin).

But thank God, he is doing better and I have him around still. I mean, I am getting all sorts of excuse-mileage out of this one!

But I have to admit, my sympathy for him has greatly diminished of late. You see, when one's internal organs are all buggered up, apparently the stomach doesn't want anything in it. The first week in the hospital, I had to force him to eat anything. I was thrilled when he had three or four spoonfuls of mac and cheese. He didn't even want carrot cake, which he would salivate on command for previously.

It didn't change much when we got home. He would have a nibble of one of the various fab meals brought to us by his coworkers (see: the time Ang ate a whole pan of homemade mac and cheese). He threw away a milk shake. And when he made his fabulously famous chicken and dumplings, he was done before I was back for a second helping.

A couple weeks ago my aunt was visiting. We don't see her often since she lives in the middle of nowhere. She immediately commented on how much weight he's lost. God Bless her, she didn't comment on how much weight I have NOT lost.

Today, Craig posted these photos on facebook:


They are the 'before' and 'after' shots of Craig. In so many ways, our life has turned been divided into 'before' and 'after' the accident. Now, for Craig, it coincides with 'before' and 'after' he lost 20+ pounds in a month without running a step.

For the record, he doesn't recommend this as a weight loss solution. In addition to the $35K medical-bill pricetag, I guess it hurts.