|Not Baby Doll's actual piano|
So tonight Teach and I walked over to her friend’s house to pick up a Tupperware order so we could close out her party (she got lots of free stuff btw!). But we got visiting and didn’t get away until after dark. It was only about six blocks away, but in our little hamlet some of the sidewalks are rather narrow. During one particularly dark stretch with trees on one side and a high fence on the other, I stepped off the edge of the sidewalk and for the second time in two days, I found myself smacking the ground. Only this time I didn’t land on carpet…I hit the concrete and skinned myself in a few obvious places. But the worst thing I did was try to catch myself with my right hand…I know better.
|Not my actual Denny's|
We chose a Denny’s-style diner and headed inside. We spent an hour talking and eating and planning. Crafty was due in about a week and the doctor had already promised to induce if she didn’t come on her own. We finished our food and gathered up to go. When I stood up, I guess it was a little too quickly, because the next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the ground. For the first time in my life, I had fainted.
|Not my actual Instacare|
I backed my way through the door like I always do when I’m pregnant. After I had completed my business, I went to the sink to wash my hands. I reached for the faucet, and that’s when I noticed that my right thumb was hanging rather uselessly from my hand. It absolutely refused to grip the handle. I turned on the water with my left hand and carefully washed the injured limb. As I rejoined my sweetie, I whispered, “I think we better stop at the Instacare on the way home.”
|Not my actual cast|
Crafty was born (to read her birth story, click here) and I left the hospital the following day. On our way home we stopped at the orthopedic specialist’s office and he cut open the top part of the cast. Finally the pain eased.