A moment in time and a bank account later, my summer plans turn upside down. And so do 17 year old's! No swimming, no bowling, no running, no showers, but I gain an attractive bracelet in basic black fiberglass that extends halfway up my arm Surprisingly my black bracelet attracts squeezes like lemonade attracts bees on a hot summer day! Want, my 17 year old's summer materializes into a remake of "Driving Miss Daisy", with the addition of Grandma and Grandpa Daisy! As we calendar Want's week of grandma's physical therapy, grandpa's doctor's appointments, my x-ray check, taking out the garbage and shopping for multi generations, and culinary duties; I ponder, perhaps, justice is served in this life!
Justice is often be served with fast food speed. Equally swift are fortunes lost! Shuffling at 5:30 am is neither a talent I care to develop, nor use again. Somehow in the act of shuffling, my big toe becomes lodged in the partially undone hem of my pajama pant leg. In an instant, I know how those defensive linemen feel when Want and Spend secure them around the ankles. Mid flight my arm catches the frame of the nearby futon and an ominous crack breaks the early morning silence. A trip to the ER seems eminent as my thoughts of drifting to sleep are shattered by waves of pain.
Walking through the sliding door of the hospital, I think I hear the chink-chink of a coin machine. Don't be silly I tell myself, it's probably just an x-ray or CAT scan machine . Several x-rays later, the diagnosis is official: a broken arm with possible follow-up surgery. When contemplating how expensive my big toe has become, I consider whether to have it insured or just amputated!
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