Men and doctors - and the weirdo in the attic

What is it with men (and some women, I guess) not wanting to go to the doctor?  Seems like the only ones who visit the doctor regularly are......I better not go there....yet.  Let me back up and start this over.

Bill NEVER wants to go to the doctor.  He could have a major fever, snotting his nose off, coughing up a storm...and he refuses to go.  Now, I don't think you need to go for every snot and sniffle either.  But, there comes a point when your "country boy can survive" mentality is not enough. 

Like tonight when he felt like he broke his knee cap.

Want to know how that happened?!  Ok!

So, after supper I was sitting on the couch and kept hearing something.  I told Bill to mute the tv and when he did we heard a scratching in the ceiling.  My very first thought (though very brief) was that I thought I saw the cover to the attic slightly off the other day and what if someone was living in the attic and came out at night?!  Remember a movie like that years ago??  Then that thought went away.  That doesn't happen, right? 

Bill tells me it has to be a mouse.  Eek.  I have to know, and tell him he needs to look up in the attic to check.  He doesn't seem concerned all, so I pester him for what he needs to begin the investigation.  Blah, blah, blah.  I head out to the garage and drag in the small ladder, spot light, and maglite flash light.  The mag lite ends up having dead batteries and the step ladder is too short.  Drats.  I drag it back outside and lug the big ladder inside. 

Bill apparently finds this show humorous and decides to join in.  I bang through the back door to find him standing in the hallway with the spot light in hand and a stainless steel bowl on his head, ready for action!!!  It was pretty funny.  He begins to set up the ladder while I go into the living room to mute the tv again.  As I'm heading back, I heard the biggest crash.  I run to find the ladder on it's side and Bill on the ground.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!  I asked if he was ok and all he could muster was, "I don't know".  Fast forward a few seconds and he's getting up and there's no blood, so I'm a little relieved. 

The next thing I see is the metal bowl laying in the corner.  "Did you wear the bowl on your head up into the attic???!!"   When he begins to laugh through the pain, I can tell that he did.  Oh boy.

We'll see what tomorrow brings, --lots of sore muscles I'm sure.  Sore knee, ankle, and wrist for Bill and sore stomach muscles for me from laughing so hard at the sight of my honey defending me from the non-existent weirdo in the attic while wearing a stainless steel bowl on his head!

So, long story long - Bill has a swollen wrist, ankle, and knee. He said his knee hurts the worse and refused to go to the hospital. He can barely walk around and says he doesn't need a dr to give him pills and a knee replacement. You know, cause that's exactly what they would do. Ahem.

**And for your added peace of mind, there was no man in the attic - and nothing else he could see for that matter.  :)