I sit here..staring at my screen. Not sure what I should write about, there is so much going on. Overwhelming things. Underwhelming things. Some painful, some not.
It's blackberry season. We've already had two pies with vanilla ice cream. It's a serious event each August---on par with the pumpkin pies consumed at Thanksgiving.
Lance took a bad fall. A ladder was involved. Second story of our house in Puyallup, paint, pain, splash.....pain. He refused to go to the ER until the following day. He is, after all, a man. Men are invincible. So it hurts? Big deal. Watch this! I can STILL WORK!
Um, no. You can't, man-who-is-hobbling-around-like-Frankenstein. So off to the ER, where they know us by name. He was given lovely pain medications (I could have used some) and diagnosed with having fractured his talus bone and ruptured his achilles tendon.
Off to Harborview trauma center. An appointment that stretched 9 hours, ended with a cast on his left leg and an appointment for yet another visit to decide on treatment. The next appointment was only four hours in length. Progress people, progress.
His fractures will heal, but because he sliced his tendon in half, he will be undergoing surgery. Repair will not be easy---or short. He won't even be able to start physical therapy for 2 to 3 months. MONTHS PEOPLE. We're talking MONTHS. And then he can start therapy.
Therapy will be long. He will never again be the same. And he won't be able to work for a very long time---which poses another problem. That pesky old green stuff. We're already paying a mortgage and a rental. Now this. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sitting in a pool of tears, sucking my thumb and rocking back and forth. I'm actually fine. One part of my brain just keeps wondering what we're going to do.
Sadly, I have no answer right now. I wish I did.
Then there are other issues....nagging, worrying, head-shaking, stressful. Not life threatening, just peace threatening. Calm threatening. I wish we had the time and the money for some beach therapy right about now. I could use it.
It was his birthday yesterday.
At any rate---surgery is scheduled for Thursday. He might get to come home that very day.
Onward and upward people.