DP's lovely. Bit of a knob at times, but he's sweet, funny, kind, almost entirely housetrained, you know the sort of thing.
He's got a tiny tear in his biceps tendon from not listening to me going to the gym without taking proper rest days or working on his back muscles as much as biceps and chest. I know it's painful, I have Psoriatic Arthritis with multiple sites of tendinopathy and EDS with often equally borked ligaments and prolonged healing time; I'm actually just coming to end of four years with something rather like frozen shoulder due to a flare and damage caused by literally sitting down and relaxing my arm. Other sites of pain at present are elbow, hip, ankle and most of all, lower back/pelvis. It's a constant background noise of pain and joints popping/tendons pinging over bony protuberances with an overlay of OW! every so often in the day and night. And a slightly less frequent incidence of absolute bloody agony - that's probably down to every couple of days-weekly.
He's currently on his phone (holding it like a T-Rex just to make it easier for me to judge him), given out a huge, weary sigh and informed me that he doesn't know how much longer this is going to be a problem and he is simply unable to consider pushing the vacuum cleaner or a mop around whilst he's been in so much pain for so long. Because it's been at least ten days now.
Ten. Days.
Ten. Sodding. Days.
Because I'm not that much of a monster to forget that people who don't experience constant pain tend to find a short duration of it quite distressing, I have
a) brought him a cup of tea,
b) offered paracetamol,
c) not pointed out that he has, in fact, been blessed by evolution with two arms so that, in the event of one being chewed off by a hungry Sabretooth, he would still be able to hunt and gather or operate a Dyson,
d) not asked him if he's ever considered the meaning of the phrase 'Read the fucking room, mate - ten days? Try FORTY FIVE FUCKING YEARS before you moan at somebody about your microscopic tear'.
I deserve a medal, don't I? 😇
Don't worry, I'll help him with the things that he's going to struggle with whilst it heals - except that, he can go without for the ten fucking days comment - but there's got to be more than just my domestic twit around who would really benefit from having their comments preapproved by committee before they open their mouths and let noise come out.