I decided to spend my birthday (11/29) this year doing one of my favorite things - helping animals. I signed up to wrap Holiday gifts at Border’s to raise much-needed donations for the Milwaukee ARC (Animal Rescue Center), the wondeful little shelter/adoption facility in Southridge Mall. I stopped over there after my 3-hour shift because Director Amy Rowell had some extra dog food that a company had donated - it was nearing it’s expiration date, they had nowhere to store it and didn’t want it to go to waste - so I volunteered to take it. My plan was to take it to my friend Suzanne’s house - she’s the Foster Care Coordinator for Basset Buddies Basset Hound Rescue - figuring she could contact all the BBR foster families and let ‘em know they could come pick some up. (I’m a BBR foster mom, too, so I know how greatly appreciated it is to get free or low-cost, top-quality food!)
I didn’t call Suzanne ’cause I wanted to surprise her. (That’s code for “as usual, I forgot my phone when I left home in the morning.”) Plus, Suz only lives a mile from me and it’s right on my way home. Her car was there when I pulled in her driveway and I could hear her houndies barking when I rang the back doorbell, 20lb. bag of food in my arms, so I knew Suzanne was home. But - she wasn’t answering the door. A few more rings, lots more barking, still no answer…now I’m a bit concerned. Is Suzanne okay? What if she’s sick or something and needs help?! I stood on the top step and got up on my tippy-tippy-toes trying to peer in the little window of the oak door…”maybe if I kinda jumped up I could see in,” I thought. That’s when I lost my balance and went flying down on to the pavement.
As soon as I hit the ground, I knew I was hurt. Bad. The noise that my left foot made when it rolled sounded like bubble wrap popping. My shoulder hurt…my arm hurt even worse. I layed there for I don’t know how long, trying to figure out what to do. I was between Suzanne’s house and my car on the driveway so I doubted the neighbors could see me. I finally managed to crawl to my car and somehow managed to get in, glad I’d left the door open. I knew I needed to get myself to a hospital, but I was staring to feel sick…like I was either going to faint or throw-up. Just then, Suzanne came to the door with her robe on and a towel around her head. (Yep, she’d been in the shower.) I waved her over, she took one look at me and said, “lemme throw some clothes on!” She got me into the back of her wagon and got me to the Emergency Room in under ten minutes. What an angel!
The injury report: badly sprained foot, fractured left radius (arm) and fractured right humerus (shoulder). Recovery time: yikes!! My foot is actually feeling a lot better and I’m limping around in my Uggs pretty well. My left arm’s in a cast that goes up past my elbow and needs to stay in a sling…which means that Dr. Schmeling has to trust me to not use my shoulder at all rather than immobilize that, too. All told, we’re probably looking at a good twelve weeks. And that includes no driving, no lifting, no reaching, no pulling…which means no cooking/baking/cleaning, no dogwalking, no shoveling/playing in the snow, no shooting range, no beading or sewing gifts…no pretty much all the stuff I like to do.
BUT - I still get to do my job here at ‘KLH and spend mid-days with YOU…and I know there are so many people who are way worse off than I am…and with that said, I feel blessed!