Yesterday, FL was playing golf. For once he was winning! At the 6th hole, he took an almighty swing and launched the ball onto the green in one stroke.
Unfortunately, at the same time he heard a cracking sound and his back gave way. Oh yes, really. He was unable to carry on with the game, and walked very very slowly back to the clubhouse. Being stubborn, he refused any help to carry his clubs. He then drank a pint of beer, went shopping (!) and drove home, where I found him two hours later stranded in his chair like an upturned turtle.
But he refuses to ring the doctor / go to the hospital/ get advice / get an x-ray / take painkillers.
So today will be punctuated by text messages to check up on him and try to persuade him to do some or all of the above.
He says he has probably just pulled a muscle, but the joy of MM is that his bones are extremely fragile and his ribs are full of holes, like the lid of a pepperpot (lytic lesions)... so it is entirely likely that he has fractured a rib.
Like I said - stubborn! No more golf for a while.
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Oh no! poor chap - must be in dreadful pain. And poor you, worrying about him and not knowing the implications. I'm very much of the "let's find out the worst" school of thought (and it generally turns out better than you thought), but you've already had the experience of finding out the worst and it being the worst, so I can see that denial is an attractive option. I hope you can persuade him to take painkillers at the very least. M xx
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