I was gone all day yesterday with my grandkids and when I got home (1:30am) I told my hubby good night and went right to bed. Around 4 he climbed into bed and all the rest of the night he kicked and rocked, his joint pain was through the roof. On the scale of 1-10 he called it an 8. "This is just hell," he said as he struggled to get comfortable. Nothing I tried to do made him comfortable, massaging the back of the knees didn't work, a heating pad didn't work, the tylenol didn't work, praying didn't work. Somewhere around 8am I fell out and then woke at 10. At 1pm I left to help some friends get set up for a big party they were throwing and came back an hour later. He hadn't gotten out of bed yet. It was 2pm. A little later he came out to the living room, he managed to get a few hours of sleep.
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