So, meanwhile, back at our ranch. Let's take stock shall we? This fall has been beautiful. With wonderful weather. Gorgeous autumn colours. Warm temperatures. And lots and lots of those sunny crisp days that we all love. Yep. It sure has been a lovely fall.
And I sure am glad that it's over. Because, dear readers, all that stuff that I told you about in my post at the end of September. About Hubby's shoulder injury, and his subsequent surgery, and my incompetence as a nurse, and my angst over that, and finally my horizontal ingress into our den... flip-flop instigated, tea-flying, rib-bruising little incident. Well, all that was just the beginning.
Let's stop here, shall we? And admire this shot of the corn fields along one of our favourite walking routes. The beautiful fall trees beyond. And the blue, blue sky. Notice those storm clouds blowing in from the east? What was it Bert said in Mary Poppins? Something about "wind's in the east?" Yep. Lots of east wind blowing around here this fall.
|Near First Line Road, Manotick|
|Hubby paddling on the Des Moines River, 1974.|
And on Friday, feeling like maybe we were on our way to getting our lives back, we set off together to shop for speakers for the television. And so we were at our local, recently opened Best Buy that morning, where it was clear that they were still setting up the store. Because otherwise, why else would they have a large end-of-aisle display unit, one of the ones designed to hold big stereos, or something large enough to require a single shelf that jutted three feet out into the aisle, at a height of only six inches off the floor... and... and... which was completely empty? We followed the clerk down the aisle, Hubby walking beside me. The clerk pointing to the next aisle where the speakers we wanted were found, as he rounded the end of the aisle taking the corner wide. I followed him and Hubby, beside me, cut the corner. And came to a dead stop when his ankles hit the empty shelf of that end-of-aisle display. Well, his feet stopped. The rest of him didn't, of course. He pitched forward. Both feet left the floor. And somehow, in the few seconds that it took him to fly through the air and hit the floor, he managed to bend his right arm, grab his right elbow with the left hand, pull it into his body, and twist himself so that he landed on his left side. Hard. On his shoulder. And he lay there for several minutes, grey in the face with shock. And anger. Complete and utter disbelief. And pain. Thank god it wasn't his right shoulder. The one which had had that complicated surgery, which had just spent six weeks in a sling... well, you know. Finally he struggled to his feet and looked at me and said, "Suz, what the hell is going on?" I knew what he meant. It was like the universe did not want him to get better.
So after a trip to the emergency room. X-rays. And a thorough examination by the physiotherapist who was already treating him for his right shoulder. We learned that he was bruised (badly), but not broken, or torn. And he had not re-injured his right shoulder. We'd lodged an immediate complaint with Best Buy and, I must say, they've been very good. From the shocked sales clerk, and the very attentive store manager, to the polite and obliging insurance adjuster, they've all been helpful. And they'll be paying for the physiotherapy. Which is good. But still. Less than a week since we had had such good news... both shoulders now were in rehab.
And meanwhile back at the ranch. The weather stayed beautiful. And we walked. A lot. It's the only exercise Hubby can do at the moment. He goes downright stir crazy if he can't exercise.
|Rideau Valley Conservation Trail|
We explored new trails. And walked trails that we'd skied last winter. Or biked on last summer. We drove further and further afield looking for new and interesting places for our walks.
|Stoney Swamp Trail|
The next week looked to be a busy one, doubling up on physio appointments, now. And on Monday, Hubby emerged from the shower, frowning. Something was not quite right. Besides his shoulders, that is. So, a trip to our family doctor later, we found out he had a hernia. Probably partially caused by issues with the heavy duty pain meds he'd been on after the shoulder surgery. And now, there'd be more surgery. Damn. Probably scheduled for February, our doctor said. And then... a month without driving or lifting. Well, we knew the drill.
So meanwhile, back at the ranch. This is Hubby and me, on our wedding day. July 1989. We were married on our deck; this shot was taken by my brother-in-law on our front lawn. The weather in the weeks and days before had been hot, hot, hot and drippingly humid. But the day of the wedding dawned sunny and a perfect twenty-two degrees Celsius. I actually wore my suit jacket all day long, and my mascara did not run down my cheeks in sweaty rivulets as I feared it might. It was pretty much a perfect day all round. Boy, a lot of water has flowed down the Rideau since then.
|Our wedding day in July 1989.|
And let's not forget... all that walking.
I must add that a few days after Hubby's second surgery, my mum called and said, "Susie. I've been thinking. How does Stuart get out of bed in the morning?"
Hmmm. Good question, Mum. Can't push himself up with his right arm yet. Couldn't at the time with his left, either. Can't use his abdominal muscles. Well. It's kind of a sliding, slithering motion. And then we laughed. Ruefully.
|Late November on the Rideau.|
Because, you know, a side effect of there being no hockey, or biking, or canoeing, or skiing for Hubby, besides all that walking, is that he's totally bored. And when he's bored. Well.... he cooks. And plans new and different things to cook, and, now that he's back driving, he also shops for all the groceries he needs for all those new dishes.
Sigh. And I let him. I'm good like that... small smile here. Silver lining, people. Silver lining.
Have a listen to this wonderful rendition of the song "Meanwhile Back at the Ranch" played by Roger Paulsson. Excellent, late November, mellowing-out music.