Issue #46 Surprises And Delays
When I wake up in the morning I have basic expectations for the day.
I assume I will be in charge.
I’ve plotted out my work schedule, and any errands I’m going to run, and chores I might be planning to take a whack at – stuff like that.
And, usually, what I’ve envisioned is pretty close to what I get.
But.
Sometimes.
The day turns around and bites me in the tuchus.
Sometimes.
That turnaround involves the ER.
Don’t panic.
I’m fine.
My boy.
A little less so.
When I woke up yesterday, my husband informed me that one of my sons had gone snowboarding.
I cannot tell you why, but I found myself making sure his latest health insurance premium had been paid and – and I swear to God this is the honest truth – had a fleeting thought that I might get called to the hospital.
If you’ve ever seen the Dick Van Dyke Show episode where Laura has a premonition that Rob is going to be injured skiing – it was very much like that. (The episode is called “Don’t Trip Over That Mountain”.)
Well, the short version is, I was right, there was an injury and we did wind up in the ER.
As I watched him receive his diagnoses of a broken shoulder, I had a flashback to another day that did not go as planned. A day where I learned a few things:
1. A person should take the time to open their makeshift dog gate rather than confidently stepping over it.
2. A person should never step over anything higher than six inches with their hands full of notebooks, iPad, and cell phone. Oh, and an open can of diet coke.
3. If one is stupid enough to do #1 and #2, one should fling everything out of ones hands (damages be damned) and try to grab hold of something so as to stop the impending Tex Avery cartoon fall.
4. If one has been unsuccessful in attempting #3, one should, under no circumstances, shrug off the extreme pain in ones left ankle and proceed to drive the carpool kids to school in a manual transmission vehicle. A vehicle that demands constant use of the clutch.
Needless to say, I failed all of the above. The resulting “sprained ankle” turned out to be a leg broken in two places and would disrupt every aspect of my life for about 6 months.
But it taught me that, at the end of each day, if I am lucky enough to look back on 24 hours free of surprises, complications, and bad news, I should rejoice in that and count my blessings.
My boy is going to be OK.
He has access to quality medical care.
And I am going to bake him some cookies.
Copyright© 2024 Anne Morse Hambrock All rights reserved.
Speaking Of Comfort Food…
I wrote this in 2015 when I was trying desperately to figure out how to comfort a loved one who had just received terrible news.
Baking was the only thing I could think to do to show my support.
If you are interested, you can read the entire piece here. It’s a bit sad but, hopefully, also thought provoking.
Resolution Progress
If you remember, I made a couple resolutions this year. (Issue #40)
The yarn stash is gradually turning into knitting - in this case a warm wool scarf with a pattern of my own design.
And the January organizing kick has continued into February so that’s a bonus.
Keep The Messages Coming!
A big “thank you” to all of you who have messaged me commented or hit “like” after reading my poems and commentary!
I appreciate the feedback and knowing how often I have struck a chord with your lives.
Archives
Remember, you can always hit the “archives” tab to see more or catch up on posts you may have missed.
