You just never know. Last Friday, Good Friday, and the beginning of a holiday weekend, Bill and I were walking Fergus at the walking trails in town, also known as “the dog park.” It is a wonderful place…miles of trails through woods, along a river and by some fields.
There are no cars so it is safe to let your dog off leash and everyone does. It is a place filled with joyous dogs, running and playing and just having a wonderful time. As we were walking, three dogs came running towards us. Two were in the field, but the third, a very enthusiastic young Lab, was on the path. He was watching the other dogs and playing some version of the “chase” game. And he was not watching where he was going. Bill assumed he would veer off at the last minute…I don’t think he even saw Bill. In any case, he crashed head on into Bill, knocking him over. The dog was fine. But poor Bill had heard a “snap” when he fell, and we suspected, had broken his ankle. Not good…in fact very bad. The car was over a mile away and Bill couldn’t put any weight on his foot. So I called 911 and the wonderful Fire Department came. The ambulance couldn’t get to us but 2 EMTs came with an ATV pulling a trailer. And they were able to get Bill to the ambulance and then to the Emergency Room. I walked Fergus back to the car (he couldn’t understand why we didn’t finish the walk!) , brought him home and then went to the Emergency room.
Holiday week ends are not the best time to go to the ER. Not that there is a good time exactly, but..
Bill had already had X-rays and been given something for the pain when I got there.
Eventually they got to us. It was indeed fractured and would need surgery. But they would have to wait a few days for the swelling to go down. Or so they said. They realigned his foot (ouch! painful to even watch!), put it in a splint, wrapped it, gave Bill a prescription for pain pills and (only a mere 4 hours later) sent us on our merry way.
So poor Bill is laid up for awhile….weeks…maybe months in any case. Some plans for the garden will have to be postponed….the greenhouse for instance, and the elaborate new run I had planned for the girls….The new raised beds I was considering….the list goes on. But we will manage….
You just never know what will happen. Life throws curve balls and you have to adjust. Hopefully Bill’s surgery will go well and healing will be quick. And Nature will have to help a bit with the gardens..