The years when my midsummer weekend was spent at the school fair selling second-hand everything and desperately trying to stop my kids from re-buying the very same toys we had donated, are long gone.
Now I can eventually enjoy the weekend of midsummer and all the fun that it brings along, weather permitting of course.
This year the main attraction was an Abba tribute and I was determined not to miss it so, when my neighbours suggested to go all together, we jumped in.
Well, to be honest, I jumped in, the travelling husband had more to be dragged in… metaphorically because, actually, in a proper matter of action it ended up being the other way around.
It all started with a police car coming up our road and pulling over straight in front of our house. I was in the study and quickly wheeled my chair by the window to see better.
A few minutes had passed and a guard got out of the car and headed to the neighbours’. But which ones?
From the window in the home office, I couldn’t see. I had to reach the sitting room window, as fast as possible.
I jumped on my feet but barely made it to the corridor before falling to the ground.
My right leg was completely numb with pins and needles and I tripped in my flip flops, twisting my foot 90 degrees and brushing the ankle bone on the ground. The pain was so excruciating to take my breath away.
Unable even to scream I dragged myself to the threshold of the sitting room where the travelling husband was watching a tennis match on TV oblivious to all the happening.
When I eventually found my voice back I screamed in pain and then I screamed at him.
I mean what the heck was he doing still sitting there, he should have been by the window finding out what was going on; but it was none of our business. Or at least not while the tennis was still on.
Thankfully Sky still inserts adds and during one of them he eventually gets up from the couch and helps me up the stairs and set me on the bed with some ice on the foot, now swollen and turning greenish.
As bad as it sounds, I could still put some weight on it, therefore it could not be broken. I went through that twice in the past, I know the feeling. This was not the case, despite the fact an hour later the pain was so very much breathtaking, that I couldn’t bend or touch my ankle. And I still didn’t know where the guard went and why. To make it even worse then, it was nearly time to leave for the Abba tribute.
I texted my neighbour explaining what had happened, (not why, too embarrassing) and that we were going to be late, hoping the few painkillers I had just swallowed would do what they said on the tin.
My neighbour’s reply arrived nearly immediately and with it the revelation of the reason why the guards came up. They were actually at theirs because they were helping with a case at work. Easy peasy; No drama; No juicy gory stories there. Deeply disappointed I told the traveling husband.
“See, You would have found out everything anyway and without risking killing yourself in the process. You just had to be patient .”
Right! He was right.. again! It is not always a case of no pain no gain.
Eventually, the painkiller kicked in and holding the traveling husband’s arm I hopped down to the beach. The show was a disaster and I was glad to be so high in drugs because that, was the only way to make it through it. They were not even in 4. They were just two playing the four ABBA in turns.
Anyway, we made it there, we made it back and we solved a mystery.
What I still haven’t figured out yet, is what happened to my foot and ankle, because 2 weeks later, even if I can now touch it without screaming with pain, there is still some swelling and I can’t twist it or bend it, unless I want to relive the pain of giving birth . The good news , is that I can walk on it, andI just have to keep it straight, do not put much weight on it and avoid sitting cross-legged. It cannot be that bad, right?!
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