“Go hang yourself!”
Was the charming remark from hubbie, which greeted me this morning when I shuffled through to the kitchen, clutching my shoulder and groaning in discomfort from the spasms recurrently seizing the muscle, sparked by the slightest movement in the wrong direction.
I stood back, eyes widening, my miffed feelings surfacing, ready to berate hubbie for his churlish comment – then he said it again – “go hang your self – outside on the monkey bar”.
Then it clicked. It was his remedy for my ailing shoulder muscle. Hang myself from my arms, from the monkey bar, for as long as I could and this would cure my spasming shoulder muscle!