When I scroll back to the previous post with Bill and all of the grandkids, I see pain in his eyes from something that happened an hour before the guests arrived. I did not share the "incident" on my blog then, but I'll tell you about it now that we can walk arm in arm again. My right arm is always linked in his left when we go someplace. It feels right to both of us.
We were setting up tables and chairs on the patio. He placed the portable waterfall at the edge of the patio and asked if I'd like it better positioned in the middle. I said, yes. So, he placed his right foot on a step and kept his left on the ground. When he shoved the ceramic fountain, his foot slipped on a flower and he went down hard and right into the hydrangeas with a lot of dead wood stems! He scraped his inner arm on concrete. There were abrasions and bloody cuts up and down his arm all the way to his fingertips. He also banged open his shin on the step. The knot on his leg swelled like a goose egg. I thought surely he had cracked a rib, broken his leg or hit his head. I told him we were going right to the doctor. Macho man said we were not.
I helped him to a patio chair. "I'll be right back! I'm going to get you an ice bag and products to clean your wounds."
I ran inside. When I came back out I had medicine in my hands and tears in my eyes.
"Honey, I'll be okay; I don't want you to cry over me," he said.
"I'm not!" I squealed. I showed him my right wrist and inner forearm which was bruising a pretty shade of purple-blue and was so painful I couldn't touch it. "When I stepped inside, I tripped and fell into the edge of the microwave cabinet and caught myself on my right wrist and forearm instead of going down face first."
I washed his wounds, poured peroxide and alcohol on them, bandaged them with triple antibiotic ointment. Then we sat down and each of us held our ice packs on our boo-boos and laughed until we both had tears flowing.
Today was the first day since our "trips", that we have been able to link arms. It feels right again.
15 comments:
Oh dear! Hope you both have recovered from your "trips"!
Pat
Critter Alley
Glad no serious damage! More and more I see it takes less and less to really wound us! Today, DH helped at Sam's. But he dropped a bulk package of cans on his toes...figure tomorrow it is gonna hurt!
You both must have guardian angels trained to soften the blows.
Ow, ow and ow. Glad the full recovery is in view.
Well, that debunks the saying that things come in threes! I'm glad neither of you was injured again that day! Your "trips" sounded extremely painful. Hope you're both all better now. My hub and I have several things that we can laugh about now.
Oh Linda, you poor darlings! Oh, I was so sad to think of poor Bill and poor Linda, too. Ow! So glad you are both recuperating. Susan
I hope we none of this until next fall.
Oh my goodness Linda. It never rains but it pours!! So glad it wasn't anything more serious for both of you and that nothing was broken. Good that you could laugh about it though. What a pair !!
"thisisme" said it. You two are a match made in heaven...a heaven full of funny calamaties.
I'm sorry you two were hurt, glad you're better! At least you were hurt at the same time so your "time apart" was limited to once for both of you rather than once for each of you. Happy that your arms are back where they belong. :)
Oh, OUCH! Sorry to hear of your injuries, but so glad you're on the mend. It can't be fun to try and write with a bruised wrist!
Oh dear, sorry, but I laughed really hard when I read this.I was touched when I read '"Honey, I'll be okay; I don't want you to cry over me," so the following sentences really took me by surprise.
Anyway, I'm glad you're both all healed again and arm in arm once more.
Oh goodness--glad it wasn't any worse, but the way you told it made it really funny.
So sorry to hear about those kinds of trips, and thrilled to hear you're healing. But is THAT true love, or what? Tending each other's wounds and then laughing?!
You're as klutzy as I am, Linda!! Glad you two are all better now.
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