Saturday night it rained hard, and since we were at our cabin in the woods, the tin roof made a bit of noise. It stopped around 5 am, and we were fixing breakfast with some friends nearby. I was delivering the toast and eggs and DW was bringing over some jams when there was a crash and DW screamed. The wooden steps had gotten slick and she fell. A trip to the Urgent Care office (on Sunday on Memorial Day Weekend), and the Dr looks at the ankle, takes a bunch of x-rays, gives her a prescription for hydrocodone and tells her that he will get an appointment at the top foot and ankle surgeon in town on Tuesday. The leg was broken at the ankle! Tuesday (she has been in pain starting 3 hours after she gets a dose of the drugs until she gets the next one) the orthopedic surgeon calls and schedules her for Friday appointment
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Now it turns out that there are 2 breaks, and she will have surgery on Tuesday and 2 plates put in her leg! Now she is looking at a summer in NC with high heat, high humidity and not swimming! I have been caring for her, which I gladly due (for better or worse and all that), but in 10 minutes, the room goes from freezing to sweltering and back to freezing; thirsty, but not water, not that juice the other one; I want to get up, but I want to lay down in the back!
As long as this is the worse part and not the for better part I can continue for another few weeks.