Friday, July 07, 2017
A Bump in the Road of Life
However, the bump or detour or whatever, happened twelve days ago. Big time. Life can change in an instant. And mine did.
Scout, the sweet, quiet spaniel of my son, John was staying here for a week while John was out of town. Scout is so quiet that I often do not know where he is, except at about 1:30AM in the morning when he decides he wants to go out and then cannot find his way back to the door for me to let him in......but that is another story.
On this morning, twelve days ago, I had put Scout in the house with the door cracked a wee bit so I could get back in. My mission was to move the car out of the garden where it is parked overnight.
It is parked on the street during the day. I was starting to back the car out when I saw the dog in the street. This was at 8:30AM when there is still a bit of traffic around the school. I immediately shut the car off and went to gather Scout off the street and back into the house.
Isn't it amazing that when a pet does not want to do something how they can manage to turn into a concrete statue? Scout tried that. I think adventure was on his mind. On my mind was to get the dog into the house, the car onto the street and get on with my day.
The Universe had another idea.
Just about the time I had pushed the dog's rear into the door, he got between my legs, I pitched forward and my right arm went through the glass window.
I won't describe the gory details, because it was more then gory. Thankfully the gate was open, a neighbor heard me screaming "Help, help" and his wife grabbed a towel to wrap around my arm.
Traumatic would be an understatement. Eventually, off to the hospital we went in my neighbor's little car and into the ER we went, with me in a wheelchair.
The bottom line was that a plastic surgeon had to take care of me in about a three hour operation. With over one hundred stitches from my wrist along with part of my elbow, I look like a human quilt.
Wowza, I could have lived my whole life and never needed to have this adventure. Truly.
Of course, it had to be my right arm, of course. Today is the first day that I can use my fingers on my right hand to type!
I've missed writing.
According to the doctor this is going to be a "lengthy" recovery. No, I did not ask what that meant. I would rather take it "one day at a time". It sure has left me weak as a kitten, surprisingly.
On the bright side, the kindnesses of strangers and friends has been amazing. It gives one faith that
in all the world, with the kind of people we know, life is going to be good..........eventually.
In future posts those stories will probably find their way into posts. They keep running through my mind.
In the meantime, I just wanted you to know I am not lolly gagging around on a chaise somewhere eating bon bons, but trying to recuperate from this "bump in the road of life". The adventure continues..............