It all began on a lovely May evening. We had gathered with friends from our church in a large, fancy restaurant for an over priced, under-whelming meal to honor this years laity person; that person who had gone the extra mile over the past year for our church. Honoring our friend was absolutely the high point of the entire, long, drawn-out evening. My husband, Bob, our friend, Karen, and I were walking through the parking lot, laughing and joking, talking of stopping for ice cream on the way home to fill the void in our stomachs. All of a sudden my right ankle turned under me and with a loud squeal I began to plummet toward the ground. Thankfully my husband had been holding my hand and this prevented me from falling flat on my face. OUCH! It took both Bob and Karen to get me back onto my feet, or rather my foot, and to a near by car on which I could lean.
That is, until another lovely evening around the middle of June when Bob, and I went to our youngest granddaughter’s soft ball game. I had hobbled across the lumpy, bumpy ground with cane in hand and was sitting in a chair chatting with friends—completely minding my own business. When out of the blue, a yellow orb whooshed from somewhere behind me, performed an unexpected curve in mid air according to witnesses, and without my seeing it, slammed into my forehead. WHUMP! OUCH! As usual, I gave a shocked cry, which drew the attention of all around me—not too embarrassing. An ice pack was gotten, and I was informed that I was actually bleeding; my glasses bit into the bridge of my nose. Really?! I was just minding my own business. I wasn’t even walking. The worse part of this tale of woe: it was our oldest granddaughter who had lost control of the ball, while playing with a friend somewhere behind me. She had yelled look out—I didn’t hear. Talk about Grandma guilt. So, when the game finally ended I hobbled back to our car with cane in one hand, and the other covering the egg a goose left on my forehead. As could be expected my eyes and forehead turned into a rainbow of colors: purple, green, and yellow.
Now you have heard my tales of woe. I’m sure there are life lessons strewn about these catastrophes, such as, if I get hurt get x-rays and don’t assume it’s sprained. Stay hydrated if possible while sick; and appreciate the incredible husband who has been my nursemaid during this time. Summer is unofficially over, school is only 2 days away, at least in our neck of the woods, and I am learning about life in a cast—hint: stepping onto a hard surface, such as laminate flooring without the boot you wear over the cast, is just like stepping onto ice…whoosh. It is now, have boot will travel!
Here’s to hoping for a much better autumn.
I wonder if I should stock up on bubble wrap...just in case?