Unfortunately, the corvette "had an accident" on monday night.
I'm still not sure of what exactly happened. All I know is that I went out in the back to retrieve my wet suit from the porch because it was going to rain with fierce thunderstorms. I remember noticing a big hole that was dug on the side of the house most likely done by a raccoon or some kind of gopher and I was cursing at those critters
And then I found myself face down hanging off the side of three feet high concrete wall with my foot bent in a terrible position.
I couldn't stand up. And was shaking even through it was over 90F.
I crawled up the stairs like an inch-worm climbing up a elm tree and realized my foot had to be broken.
The next day I went to the emergency room and sure enough, my foot was broken in fours spots.
Shit
I will see a specialist to find out more later after the swelling goes down.
It's amazing all those simple little things you do normally without giving much thought to it are now daunting tasks. Forget about going out to get the mail, water the plants and fill the bird feeders .Just climbing out of bed to use the toilet is a challenge. Showering is a bigger challenge and doing any other "normal" tasks is exhausting, scary and even beyond my scope now.
Thankfully, my husband is taking care of the birds. I scoot around downstairs on a wheeled computer chair in the kitchen to empty food /water bowls. Thank God for him, really.
This is my biggest issue. I worry about my birds.
Yes it sucks I can't walk, drive, dive, run or just about anything else for a couple of months until my foot heals but it is caring for my birds is my biggest concern.
I probably will not be writing much because I need to rest and elevate my leg.
The pigeon sits with me and will not leave my side.
My loyal companion.
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