Yep, that’s exactly what I did ten weeks ago during the dangerous activity of gardening. Unfortunately no-one was around so I had to crawl the 150 feet back to the house to call for help. The bones were set and cast that day, but I was told I needed surgery.
I went home to take care of Becky and to make arrangements for the next day. Our friends jumped in to help, so after a sleepless night I headed back to the hospital knowing that Becky was in good hands. It was a long painful wait for surgery, but at 1 pm I was called in. I wasn’t nervous, I just wanted it over with so I could go home.
I woke up several hours later feeling sleepy and nauseous. I passed out several times but finally started to come around another two hours later. I called my neighbour to come and pick me up. I guess I should have got dressed first. Oh well. Once dressed we headed home.
I lived on the couch for two weeks. Neighbours and friends came daily to help out. I struggled to get around on crutches and found it exhausting to complete the simplest task. After two weeks I returned to the hospital to have the cast and staples removed and a new streamlined fibreglass cast put on.
What a strange year we are having. I know these things happen but they seem to happen to us an awful lot. We are both looking forward to the future, thankful to have each other and a group of friends who care so deeply for us.