Friday--with the weekend nearly here. I shall eat mindfully-even at 8pm at night---bananas--oranges---a 10 minute walk on the Dreadmill ln front of the TV--
And up here in the North, it is the beginning of the March break----a week off for the school children---
Yesterday I had my sutures out---
I was pretty happy with the results---Hopefully the scar will fade----
-And so, the day went well-----until-------My cell phone rang----I was in town---Himself was supposed to be resting---
" Can you go to the clinic and get me some steri strips?" I heard Himself say---
I'm afraid that "I lost it"-----I had visions of Himself battered-and --bruised once again----
Needless to say, I stopped all errands and drove home, to find Himself sitting in the kitchen with kleenex wrapped all around one arm and skin hanging from it.
"Just put those steri strips on it after you pull the skin back", he said.
I felt like a screaming' demon----ranting and raving at him, as we drove immediately to Emergency, after calling our favourite "Sew -up" Doctor who said he would meet us there.
Himself is on the sofa now---resting---
His story was, that he ran for the phone--was outside, and the door hit his arm--
I hope he stays on the sofa -----I think he is safe there-
So, if there is any moral to this story, it must be that we MUST be healthy---- be strong--- ready for all emergencies--
Lord love a Duck!---
Try to stay cool-----
Maybe I should have been a Doctor----could have stitched up Himself at home here--
"A Stitch in time"-----Isn't that a saying?
Hmm---- I wonder if Prince Phillip does crazy stuff and does Queen Elizabeth kind of lose it too?
Himself before another trip to Emerg!