So the Geekboy yesterday lifted something at work and thought he pulled something in his groin but it wasn't too serious. Tells his boss they document so he can go to workman's comp doctor at some point today.
Today, Geekboy texts me his chest hurts and he's having trouble breathing. Oh fuck. He tells his boss, HE DRIVES HIMSELF TO THE DOCTOR! No hernia (which was yesterday's fear). Just strained rib muscles and groin. No more lifting heavy stuff for awhile and I will probably be babying him within an inch of his life because that's how I roll.
So yeah when your partner tells you they're having chest pains that's a special kind of fun.