Loose Screws

I have many times joked about having a few screws loose in my head, but I never imagined a person could literally have a screw loose inside their body. Yesterday I viewed Philip's newest set of x-rays which clearly depict a screw floating around his bicep. He's suspected for weeks that something wasn't right in his arm, he mentioned his concerns to his physical therapists and doctor and everyone was convinced (and tried to convince Philip) that it was just some hard tissue which could be reduced by applying incredible pressure to it. So for three weeks Philip has had people grinding this two inch piece of steel into his bicep muscle. The mystery of the excruciating pain he's been in has been cleared up.

Another mystery has been cleared up. His arm was bruising pretty seriously after each session of physical therapy. Some bruising is expected, but his bruises were huge and about as ugly as they come. It almost makes me sick to think of what he's been going through. I mean, I had an inkling that he was worse off than before because of the alarming rate at which the advil was disappearing, but like the doctors, I figured it was unlikely that anything really serious could be wrong.

So clearly he's going to have to go back to the operating table to get the loose screw removed. Details about when that might happen will be determined when Dr. Graffe has been consulted.