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Hobbling toward the end of a busy stretch

Friends and family on Facebook (the place what I ain't at) are, I'm sure, already up to speed on this, but for the rest, the big news this week is that my fiancee Amanda is at home with no mobility while I'm here at work.

We had a busy weekend of gardening and lawn care. Monday I was up early for an appointment, then had a frustrating day at work. Around 10 o'clock, Amanda went up to get a snack and I considered briefing myself on my work assignment for Tuesday and test-driving some new technology for work.

Then, a crash, a smack, and a scream, and Amanda was in a pile at the bottom of the basement stairs.

Looks like she missed a step coming down when she was a few steps up from the bottom. She came straight down her right leg, and says she felt something give. Her leg buckled and she flopped to the floor in pain.

She refused to go to hospital by ambulance, citing cost. So, wincing in pain, we gathered up a few essentials and crawled to the car. It took, what, 20 minutes to drive into town to the ER, with every bump and pothole causing more pain.

Triage at the ER sent us to a waiting room around 11pm. Then she was moved to the plaster-spattered room where they make casts -- improvised as a waiting room. I stayed until around 1:30am, having not seen a doctor, then drove home to get some rest.

Around 4:20am, the doorbell woke me up. Amanda had arrived home in a taxi, but didn't have enough money on hand to pay the fare. I dug up some money out of the spare cash jar and sent the nice cabbie on his way.

Turns out the doctor's preliminary diagnosis is that she suffered a partial tear to her quadriceps and MCL. She's been put in some kind of flexible cast/bandage and needs crutches. This will temporarily derail her new hobbies of gardening and baseball, and effectively keeps her housebound, since she can't drive.

That was a long day for both of us ... and another one today. Amanda has a friend coming over to visit, and hopefully help ... and I can't be there because it's election day in Nova Scotia, and I'm pulling a double shift. I'll be in Dartmouth tonight to cover the NDP campaign, and this'll be a big one, since pollsters and pundits are forecasting a possible NDP win -- the first NDP government ever formed east of Ontario. So, it's going to be a late night, and my poor dear is home by herself with a bum leg.

The weekend can't some soon enough, gang!

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  1. wow, sucky! pretty interesting about not getting it checked out earlier due to money - i'd probably be the same way ;)

    hope you guys can enjoy a relaxing one this weekend.

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  2. It wasn't just because of money that I didn't want an ambulance - it was more for the hooplah! I didn't think that kind of crisis response was warranted....

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