So this was the week that my husband and son went off to middle school camp. Which meant that I had to babysit my son’s dog as well as my own two big babies. And my daughter got a full time job, yea!, so I was also babysitting the grandest baby.
I’m fine with all of the above, but was wondering how to get into a groove that would allow me to get some work done. We survived the week fairly well, and last night, after eating a light supper and feeding the baby, I thought I’d take one of my mastiffs for a quick walk around the block before my daughter got home.
We were about halfway around the big block when a neighbor pulled up and we chatted for a few minutes. As I was saying goodbye, I stepped backward and caught the side of my foot in a crack between the sidewalk and a sewer manhole cover. Down I went, landing mostly on my hip, and fortunately, I have plenty of padding. My neighbor immediately offered to help by giving me, the dog, and the baby a ride home, but I didn’t want to put my big, slobbery pooch into her car.
So I told her I was fine and we all walked the fifty yards or so to the park. Once there, the grandbaby went to the slide and the dog and I sat down to catch our breath.
The baby climbed to the top of a big slide and lost her nerve. She was about to try to climb down facing outward, but I yelled and told her to stop, that wasn’t safe. I urged her to go on down the slide, but she refused. When I tried to get up go to get her, I discovered that could barely get up–and once I did, I couldn’t walk. Ouch!
So I had to sit back down. I sat there in the grass as the baby screamed and my foot gradually got puffy. I didn’t have a cell phone and I realized that I couldn’t walk home. Well, I suppose I could have, but the dog would have pulled me off my feet and I might have been dragged the rest of the way around the block (she’s VERY strong).
So I sat in the grass and waited for someone to come by. I knew my daughter was coming home from work, but she was later than usual. A couple of people drove by and I waved, but they just waved back and kept driving. LOL–to all the world, I must have looked like I was just sitting with my dog, enjoying the day.
Across the street, a new family was moving into a house. I finally caught an adult outside and called him over. Then I explained that I was his neighbor, that I lived on the back side of the block, and would he mind going to my house to see if my daughter or my neighbor was home? He came back without success, but by then my daughter had driven by and I’d flagged her down. She had to get the baby down from the slide, get the dog in the car (not an easy job), and help me hobble to the car.
We’d been sitting at the park for about 45 minutes. Ha–at one point I thought about lying flat in the grass–maybe someone would have stopped to check out the body in the park. :-/
Anyway, we ended up at the ER, where the grandbaby charmed everyone and the nicest people in the world took care of me. I like our little neighborhood hospital. It’s quiet, and though I’ve been in the ER five or six times, I’ve never had to wait more than five minutes or so.
The verdict: a broken metatarsal and blood pressure of 180 plus. But my BP is always fluctuating wildly, so today I have to call the doc and see the orthopedist.
A number of sweet people on my facebook page have remarked that I should use this story in a book–the funny thing is, I already have! In FIVE MILES SOUTH OF PECULIAR, Darlene falls into a hole and breaks her foot, then has to hobble around and manage the bath and shower on crutches. Life was imitating art last night as my daughter got me settled in my bed with my dogs and my electronics spread all around me.
And the hubby comes home today. Thank the Lord for that, and for my daughter, and for neighbors who came over last night to help. Right now my across-the-street neighbor, Henry, is the only person around here besides me who can handle my dogs, so that’s a blessing.
I never knew how exhausting crutches could be! This morning I walked to the kitchen to try to feed the dogs, and I was worn out and panting by the time I got back to my room. My hat is off to anyone who has to use them for any length of time.
So, reporting from the bed where I hope I won’t go crazy, I am . . . .