My husband has a broken shoulder, broken arm, half a dozen broken ribs and a newly-healed punctured lung from a crash on 7/18. I have been taking care of him 24 hours a day ever since. 

This weekend he wants to go watch motorcycle racing AT THE SAME FUCKING RACETRACK and then stop by the RV dealership to look at a trailer for next season. 

I don't know what to say. I don't even want to think about this.