A few years ago, my husband woke me up before he left for work to ask if his hand looked at all odd? I said no, it looked fine to me, and off to work he went. Later that day, he phoned me from work to tell me he couldn’t hold a pen in his hand because it was so swollen, so after speaking with his boss, he was off to see the doctor at work. Now, hubby works in a hospital so I wasn’t worried about his care, apparently though they had no idea what was wrong with him so they sent him home to see his own doctor. Next thing I know, hubby is calling me, he has to go for blood tests, they are quite concerned because his hand has ballooned in size. Now it is a hot summer day and I have the windows open when I drive down to pick him up to go to the lab. We are stopped at a red light in the left lane and there is a car beside us. His hand is on his lap. I look down at his hand, and in a loud voice, say ‘you’re huge!’ Now, not being to bright at the moment, but hubby is, he has me repeat the statement again. ‘You’re huge!’ Then I clue in, the windows are open, I’m staring directly at his lap, the woman in the car beside us does not see his hand. The light changes, she speeds off quickly. Hubby bursts out laughing.
Note: it turns out they think my husband had some sort of blood infection, he was put on steroids for the swelling which eventually disappears, and he is no longer ‘huge’.