Sent from my IPad
From the lo……big mistake….from the rehab building..WHAT the heck is going on…I want to be at the lodge. Well I guess I have to wait a while longer.
By now I am sure you have probably heard or read, “Miss I can do what I need to do without any one’s help” struck out, big time. The details are a bit mixed up to say the least. I took a few innocent steps out of my daughter’s car and they tell me I fell backwards and cracked my head open on the car’s running board. (Junior Pundit adds: and the concrete also!) Sometime later I was told I decided or fate decided to return me to the scene of the crime. At that moment all I heard was “Mother come back, come back. Mother come back” over and over. It was Tara holding my head and getting somewhat covered with blood as I was making quite a mess at the front door of Oxmoor Retirement Lodge, my home.
Soooo, my friends let this be a lesson for all of us. We all need help as we graciously and wisely grow older, but that’s OK! When our kids were babies we had to shepherd them away from dangers and now we must allow them to return the good deed.
Now, if you have been crotchety and cranky in your latter days and you bump your head real hard, you may not hear “Come back mother” but odds are you will. Help we need and help we must be willing to accept. If I had waited and let Donna walk with me I would have saved myself some real deal suffering. And my three kids much anxiety.
The reward for my folly is a lacerated elbow with stitches and staples both inside and out. And a head wound much bigger than I want to see. With stitches inside and staples outside that still cannot be removed because as I turn in bed at night I am still weeping blood. Not a pretty sight! The black and blue places too numerous to count and the sore spots seem to be fighting for recognition. The aches I didn’t bring with me the therapists are developing.
My five therapists are the nicest people, but by the time we walk down one hall to their work room they change into body crushers and return to nice people when they are finished with you. In all of this combined they say I am making good progress. They estimate I will be here for about four more weeks.
Well I guess you pretty much have the picture of how the old Pundit got knocked out of spring planting season. No potatoes in Idaho or corn as high as the elephant’s eye – just putting the old body back together ’til she’s good as new.
Thanks for all the get well wishes and thoughts of better days ahead.