Peggy may be an angel but she hadn’t received her wings yet.
The patients at 768 Delos Rd. doubled Sunday morning when Peggy started down the ramp to accommodate my wheelchair and she slipped on some ice. Peggy can sting like a bee but she can’t float like a butterfly. She slipped and crashed.
Into each life some rain must fall. Peggy and I must be standing under Niagara Falls but one more drop and I’ll start building an ark. Chuck took his mother to the emergency room at Sandy Bay I stayed in my recliner like a condemned man waiting for the judge to make his discussion. Her back was the victim.
Two senior citizens, both who believed in perpetual motion like youth, it would never abandoned us. We sit in the den and watch ancient movies. The couple that held hands to keep from killing each other now hold hands to keep each other from falling.
Tuesday morning Peggy will go to Florence, the doctors will cuddle and probe and reach their decision. Yesterday was so predicable we followed the yellow brick road we thought would never end. Well it hasn’t ended yet. Peggy is a fighter and I have the bruises to prove it. We sat in the comfort of our home and watched the bearers of bad news on our TV. telling about other people’s misfortunes, a plane crash, a train wreck, an earthquake, 30 minutes of suffering with time out for commercials. How far away it all seems when you are surrounded by loved ones. TV has brought us all the world’s tragedies into our living room. We have so much of it we are immune to it.
When 200 people die in a plane crash we feel for the victims but it passes quickly. But when it happens at Sandy Bay or any other community in the county we share the grief. Perhaps it will cause you to pause and reflect on what is real in our every day existence. We ignore mountains and worship molehills. We are so caught up in making a living we have forgot how to live.
Chuck brought Peggy back from the hospital in Florence. The news was bittersweet Peggy’s vertebra looked like a demolition derby. The doctor gave her a prescription for pain and told her to come back in two weeks. Hopefully it will heal itself if she can’t lift or move anything. She can cook biscuits but she would need a block and tackle to lift it.