A Stumble and a Break

Ah, clumsiness, my old friend. What did she do now? Oh, just broke my foot! I’m nothing if not an overachiever! And yes, since I never broke a bone as a child or even young adult, I’m making up for lost time!

As a child my parents had a special addendum added to their insurance so that any accident where a trip to the emergency room was required was specifically covered. We used that addendum at least yearly for me.

Many times it was due to my sister, however, I was always on the losing end. One time she chased me around the kitchen table, which ended with me running into the sharp edge of the countertop. This was before rounded edges were popular.

Another time I was practicing my violin and she got up close to me and put her fingers on my fingerboard. I backed up and landed with the kerosene heater between my legs. Ouch! Terrible burns! I am familiar with Er’s to say the least. I will spare you any more gorry details.

This time I was hurrying to find the whiteout to fix my song cards for Mass this past Sunday. I tripped on my way out of the bedroom and fell, bending the toes on my right foot back. I had trouble getting up, but eventually did, but couldn’t put weight on the foot.

By the time evening came, I knew I had to go to the ER. My foot was broken. 😔. So, here I am again, laid up on the couch.

Healing prayers, please. Also, pray for our housing accommodations, since I was supposed to get a “regular” job to make a mortgage refinance possible. Obviously God has another plan.