Let me start by saying that my dear, sweet husband has been wonderful since our "bump in the road". He's been my nurse, cook, chauffeur, dog walker, you name it. I couldn't ask for better. Wednesday morning I asked him to please take Dooley out and he did. He has this funny way of limping (to make me laugh) and I heard him coming down the hall. He fell into the bed and I ask him what was wrong. He said he had hit his head and tried to catch himself and had fallen when he put the dog out. He was in pain. I knew that for sure when he did not refuse my call to Jennifer for crutches. He can't walk on his foot. He "crutched" on to work refusing to go to the doctor until after my appointment in the afternoon. The minute we got through with me, I called Brad and said we were on our way to his office. He checked him and sent him for xrays. Ed's foot is horribly bruised. We have iced, soaked and wrapped. We'll see what the radiologist says. When we were eating supper Ed started laughing. He said he had a vision of us going into the doctor's office in Natchez--a limping man on crutches chasing a bald woman. We whooped! Thank God for laughter.
When we were fixing supper BJ got my favorite hat. Out the door he ran with us following. The more we tried to get it the more BJ ran with it. Ed told me to get on the Ranger and chase him down. He said I spun out on the grass and had fire in my eyes. All of a sudden he was saying to himself, "get him, Nana, get him" and then he'd say, "run, BJ, run". He said there was no doubt that if I could have caught him I'd have run over him. It WAS my favorite hat! Exal was in the yard and heard all the commotion and came to help. He finally got the hat and when I ask him if BJ had ruined it he said, "No ma'm, he just slobbered it up real good."
Life on Cotton Branch. What a way to go!
PS: Treatment #2 today. Pray for NO nausea and my nurse, Ed.
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