Shabby Seasons

So, this doesn’t quite meet the standard set by previous events at the end of last year and the beginning of this one which I dubbed “mean seasons,” but it’s certainly less than optimal. Just as both her health and mine were starting to get set to rights, Grace broke her leg last week, necessitating what was, by my count, our sixth or seventh trip to the emergency room within the last year.

As far as we know right now, it’s a nice, clean fracture that should heal well and shouldn’t require surgery. That’s the good news. She can’t put any weight on it for a couple of weeks, and will have to wear a robot-foot-looking walking boot cast thingy for probably another month after that, at least. That’s the less good news.

According to her Official Account, she broke her leg while fishing because she hooked a catfish of such monstrous size and strength that her attempts to land it caused these terrible injuries. Though I was present at the time, I can neither confirm nor deny this account. What I can say is that I also fell as a result of these events, and while none of my bones are broken, I managed to put my back/hip/side/etc all out of place.

Fortunately, unless we hear something new in the next few weeks, we should both heal up just fine, sooner or later. This is just another set of severe tire damage spikes on what has already been a long, long road to recovery for both of us. When this one is over, we could really use some time off.