Last week was long. To finish it off, on Friday night Jojo did a flying side kick in martial arts, landed wrong and broke her leg. She said she heard a snapping sound. We're waiting this morning to see the orthopedist. The urgent care place doesn't fix broken legs.
Thankfully we had some nice breaks (hah). We saw John Kennedy later on Friday night performing at The Hearth and Kennedy's Kitchen Saturday night performing at Kate O'Connor's in New Carlisle. And we caught up with the Moyas, too. Awesome.
Sunday was too gorgeous not to be outside. I let the goats come in the backyard and do some goating, which generally consists of eating everything in sight. My job was to stand guard on the back porch with the hose and protect the hops plants and the flowers. Everyone went to bed tired and happy.
I'm hoping to get back into the poetry mode this week. I was really disappointed I didn't complete the month, sort of a mini failure, I guess. "Bad poet, bad." My stamina is poor. Ah, well. Onward. I'll borrow Jojo's crutches and begin to row.
4 comments:
I hope Jojo recovers her leg soon...
Thanks, Naoko. The orthopedist can't see her until tomorrow morning. She is bummed.
So, if I break a bone on a weekend, what you're telling me is, I have to suffer in pain until the specialist gets around to finishing off his or her coffee on Monday, make that Tuesday? I'm probably not as tough as Jojo, but I'm pretty sure that would be quite painful.
I think it probably depends on the the severity. She didn't have bones sticking through her skin. In fact, we thought at first she had just torn a muscle or something. Well, Gene did. I'm more of a frantic mom. She didn't mention the snapping part until the next morning. Then we went to urgent care.
But yes, don't break anything until business hours. I guess it was such a beautiful weekend that everyone went out and broke themselves to pieces. Jojo has pain meds for now.
Post a Comment