‘Hard Luck & Troubles . . .’

The Texas Gal came down with a cold late last week: Sneezing, congestion, body aches, the whole bit. She soldiered through it, and as she did, I figured it was only a matter of time before the cold went viral, so to speak, and wandered my way.

It did so sometime between bedtime Saturday and the alarm going off Sunday morning. So I sat at the computer early Sunday, wondering if I felt crappy enough to postpone a meeting after church that had already been rescheduled twice in the past month. I had a musical performance scheduled during the church service that could not be missed, but the idea of ending the church day there and postponing the meeting again was attractive.

I had just decided to gut it out and stay for the meeting when I heard a series of “thump-thump” sounds coming from the stairway. The Texas Gal had slipped on a step coming down from the loft and, it appeared, had sprained her ankle. I got her into the living room and settled in her recliner. She shooed me off to church, where I did my part in the musical performance. Then I begged off, postponing my meeting once more in order to get home and see to the Texas Gal’s needs.

At bedtime, she limped upstairs, and we decided that Monday morning would bring a visit with Dr. Julie. And on Monday, Dr. Julie scanned the x-rays and told us that the Texas Gal had a spiral fracture of her left fibula just next to the ankle. “Well,” said Dr. Julie, “if you’re going to have a broken leg bone, that’s the one you want to break, and that’s the way you want to break it.”

So the Texas Gal is in a boot for four to six weeks. It’s taking some getting used to, but she’s moving around far better this morning than she was yesterday, and she thinks she’ll be able to return to work tomorrow without major complications.

As for me, I’m congested and sneezing and not sleeping well, but that’s really small stuff when looking at the larger panorama. Things could be much, much worse.

And, as always, I hear music in the background of our lives. Here’s an appropriate tune from Delaney & Bonnie: “Hard Luck and Troubles” from their 1970 album To Bonnie From Delaney.


One Response to “‘Hard Luck & Troubles . . .’”

  1. Yah Shure says:

    Sorry to hear of the Texas Gal’s fall. Here’s hoping for a speedy recovery, especially with gardening season just around the corner.

    P.S.: I’m still enjoying the Texas mustard pickles from last summer’s bounty. Thanks again!

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