Anyone who thinks that the Universe has no grand design must read this post. The short version of my post-op homecoming story is that my fiance (let's call him "A"), who was supposed to be taking care of me, suddenly came down with the "man flu"

after picking me up from the hospital, and then he spent my first two nights @ home moaning on MY recovery bed, leaving me to fend for myself in the back room. I ordered Chinese delivery and made the best of it.
Fast forward ~4 weeks, to yesterday, when A's mom just had partial Achilles tendon repair surgery. She lives nearby, so A is her designated caretaker. (Do you already see where this is going?) She's 60 and otherwise able-bodied, but refuses to do anything for herself. She keeps repeating, "I can't! I can't!" and calling him every five minutes to do something for her. He's had to carry her around, take her to the bathroom (which is a 20-minute round trip from her bedroom next to it), put her on the toilet, stay over at her place, take care of the cats, etc.
After 24 hours, A is losing his mind! He keeps saying things to me like, "I SO appreciate you!" "I can't believe how easy you were to take care of..." etc., etc. Meanwhile, I am biting my lip and trying to be gracious. The coup de gras was when he had to Hoover her house at 10 pm last night, just to be able to sleep there (a scary thought, considering that A's standard of cleanliness is much lower than mine). I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that he is developing a healthy appreciation for our clean home and what goes into keeping it that way.
If you're like me, you believe that such incidents do not happen by accident, and everyone eventually gets what they need from Life. As some say, "the chickens come home to roost."
Queenie, I agree with everything that you said about Rugby. They play it in the park here, sometimes, and I enjoy watching it but I'm glad that none of my family members play. Very rough! Your hubby sounds like quite the weekend warrior -- good for him and good for you, wink, wink, nudge, nudge. And oh yes, I'm an admitted nut job, and darn proud of it! Thanks for noticing.
Cheers,
HHH