The broken wrist: Part two

Last week I mentioned that I had just gotten my cast off of my wrist, now I would like to digress a bit.

During the three weeks that the cast was on, was during Christmas. We had planned on going down to Madison and Middleton to visit daughter Susie and son Rob and their families for Christmas. I had planned on taking the 'fixins' for several pies and a Christmas cranberry salad, to be made after we got there.

When I called Susie to tell her I had broken my wrist, and wouldn't be able to be of much, if any help, she said, "Mom you did it on purpose, didn't you?" I did manage to help a wee bit, but not much.

Now you all have heard of Murphy's Law? Whatever can go wrong, will, and when you least expect it.

Murphy's Law began to rear its ugly head not too long after arriving in Madison. We took off on Wednesday, Dec. 23, the day before Christmas Eve. If you all remember the weather predictions for that day was that late Wednesday evening it would begin to snow, freezing rain and high winds.

We left for Madison early arriving about 2 p.m. As soon as we got everything unloaded, Susie, Doris (Mike's mom) and I took off for the Barnes and Noble Bookstore to meet Claudette, her daughter Pan and Deb for our annual Christmas get together and a gift exchange. We have done this for several years, we always have a lot of fun and I always look forward to it.

About 3:30 p.m., Claudette's daughter Pam had to leave, shortly after she left, she phoned her mom to tell us to high tail it for home as the winter storm had arrived early and that it was freezing rain and blowing like crazy. Daughter Susie went out to get the car while we gathered up our gifts and "stuff." We went out side and Susie was parked right out in front.

As we headed out, Doris said be careful Mare and don't fall. I opened the car door and just as I had gotten into the car, I turned around and Doris had gone down on a sheet of ice. She really hit her head hard on the concrete sidewalk. Immediately three young men came up and had a cell phone and called 911. They all put their coats over Doris. She was very alert and coherent and was able to answer when we talked to her. The ambulance had just been to an accident a couple of blocks away and was there within minutes. They put her into the ambulance and began taking her vitals, checked her all over and said as far as they could see, she was OK. They told her a list of things to look for and to go to the emergency should any of these appear. When we got home she was quite shook up but said she felt OK.

Another Murphy's Law was about to make its appearance. I asked Bob if he had taken his pills.

He said, "No, where are they?"

To which I replied "I put them on the kitchen table so you could pack them."

He didn't remember packing them. I made a call to our clinic at home and told them our tale of woe. She asked me several questions, then told me what I would have to do. While in the process of giving her the information she needed, Bob yelled that he had found them. What a relief.

By the next morning Doris said she had a strange headache over her forehead. We offered to take her to the emergency room but she said no, if it wasn't better by the time we went home on Monday she would call her doctor at home. We all went to the Christmas Eve service, very lovely indeed.

We got up early Christmas morning and Murphy's Law was about to get its last lick in. We began opening presents, when all of a sudden I noticed that there was a sack of presents missing, I must have left them at home under the tree. A little later we left to go to son Rob's family in Madison for part of Christmas day. After we arrived at his home I proceeded to tell Rob about Doris, he then called and talked to daughter Susie and said they should take her to the emergency room and have some tests run just to be on the safe side. They took her to the emergency room where they did an MRI and they said everything seemed to be ok, but she might have a headache for up to two weeks. As of this writing Doris is fine. Praise the Lord.

We left for home on Monday morning, dropped Doris off at her home in Marshfield and headed for Ironquill. We love to go visiting but are always glad to get home.

A few days after we had gotten home, Bob surprised me by setting up the ironing board and announcing he was going to iron some of his shirts. Now mind you we have been married for over 61 years and I have never seen him hold an iron, much less actually do some ironing. But iron he did and after 45 minutes he had ironed 10 shirts. I hadn't ironed for four weeks. Now I have to give credit where credit is due, and those shirts looked mighty fine.

I hope to finish this story of "The Adventure of the One Armed Granny" next week.