Sean came home a week before our son, J, graduated from high school. It was a crazy busy week preparing for graduation and working in my classroom to end the year. When all was said and done and the last day finally came, we breathed a sigh of relief and went out with a few teachers for the traditional “Poets Club” meeting aka drinks after school.
It was a gorgeous day and we sat on the patio laughing and relaxing. We went home for supper and around 10 PM I decided I was going downstairs for a much-deserved bath in my jacuzzi tub.
On the last step down my foot slipped out from under me. My leg went one direction and my foot went the other. I had broken both bones in my leg just above the ankle and dislocated my ankle. The pain was excruciating. I screamed and yelled in a manner unbecomming of a lady. I’m sure I could be heard blocks away. It reminds me of the scene in A Christmas Story when Ralphie’s father is working on the furnace and Ralphie says, “In the heat of battle, my father wove a tapestry of obscenity that as far as we know, is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.”
An ambulance ride, night in the ER, and surgery the following morning to put in more hardware than I care to think about. Then the good news. No pressure on the foot for two months. No walking. No driving. Well, crap. Now we had a house of five with two grownups who couldn’t drive.
The girls played chauffer for all of our appointments. The kids and Sean took on the bulk of the work, buying groceries, cleaning, errands, walking the dog, while I tried in futility to find something worth watching on television.
With the blessing of my physical therapist I was walking by the first of August mostly without my crutches. Sean and I had the opportunity to attend the Blinded Veterans Association Convention in Portland, OR at the end of August. Between that and the start of the school year I was determined to leave the crutches behind. Everyone pitched in to help me get the classroom ready before we left on our trip.