One small step. I remember watching the first man step on the moon, Neil Alden Armstrong, on black and white TV way back in 1969. When he first stepped out onto the moon's surface, he said, "A small step for man, a giant leap for mankind".
Saturday, coming home from the flea market where she had rented a table for the weekend to set up and sell some of her stuff, my wife went up the stairs to get on the deck at home. No problem so far. At the entrance to the side door, there is a raised platform about seven inches higher than the rest of the deck that wraps around from the side of the house to the rear and down to the screened in back porch and rear entrance. When she tried to step up on this raised portion, she didn't get her foot far enough onto it and she twisted both her ankle and her knee, falling to the side scraping her arm (took a chunk out of it) and breaking a plastic flower pot with her head. Yep, with the help of our daughter-in-law, we got her to the emergency room at Memorial Hermann hospital down I-45 toward Houston in the Woodlands. There we spent a big part of Saturday night. They did treat us very well, but of course they were quite busy.
Well, at least she didn't have glass slippers on. See, it could have been worse. Like my Dad always said that "nothing is so bad it can't get worse". Now she is making the best of the situation by staying in bed and having me play nurse. I guess I need a white uniform and one of those cute white hats that they wear.
She will be seeing a surgeon later this week to see if he can re-attach the torn ligaments and tendons. It would have been better if she had broken a bone (X-ray showed no fractures). Bones heal faster than tendons and ligaments and they are easier to fix. If that is the case, maybe I will have to get more than one nurse outfit. What do you think? Now, you all try not to fall and have a great day, you hear?