To date, my blogs have been photo heavy, but there - fortunately - aren't any pix of this event. i wrote (on a typewriter!) a true story from last week instead...
(To be read as though one is Jane Austen.)
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Dear Reader, i have a stomach
churning story to share with you today – so shake off any squeamishness and
remember the tough-stuff of which you were fashioned.
A week ago today, fresh chunky
flakes of snow piling up on the already white ground, i innocently wandered
down the path toward home, unaware of the bravery that would be summoned afore
i reached the door. Yes, reader, between me and my safe, cosy yurt, an
unexpected turn in events was to unfold.
I lifted my leg to make the step up
into the yurt – but i slipped, twisted and fell. It is unclear to me
exactly what happened, only i do recall thinking “This is how my knee feels
when it goes dicky.” Then i hit the snowy deck. i clutched at my
knee in horror: tickety boo it was not! My kneecap was perturbed,
out-of-sorts and indeed – dislocated!
i pushed at my knee joint, but alas
the bone was not co-operative and the stubborn fellow refused to return back to
whens he came.
“Jolly hockey sticks!” thought i, better call for assistance. My brain, being rather distracted at this
moment decided upon a most unusual call. Less attention-seeking bear and
more distressed-squirrel: “Heee heee heee!” i intoned, hoping to attract
Antoine to the rescue. (He later informed me that he had believed the
noises i was making to have been related to frolicking in the snow, as opposed to floundering in it.) However, when he observed me in lying as
a disheveled, ungainly mess in the snow, he fortunately had the good sense to
investigate further.
Antoine proved once again that he
really is quite unshakable. He moved me into a more sightly position,
before pushing gently on my knee. Yet it was to no avail. He then elected
to pull on my leg, but he too had no luck in returning my patella home. Looking me straight in the eye, cool
as the winter surrounding us, he told me his plan and asked if i trusted him.
Trust him i did & he commenced to pull on my leg. Becoming aware that
i was hyperventilating, i steadied my breath.
“It’s not working!” he announced calm, composed and dashing as ever. “I….errr…need to put my foot on your…err…chest.” He blushed.
Well Readers! What a pickle!
Such an immodest proposition, quite unbefitting of the girl i am and of my
inherent ladylike nature. However, i implore you to understand, we were
alone in the forest without telephone nor pigeon and no hope of rescue.
Indeed, dear Antoine was flustered
by the brashness of his suggestion and the repercussions it could have for him
in the local parish. For, as he prepared to change positions, he quite
forgot himself and placed his weight on my injured leg. I made more
squirrel noises in response.
Naturally he was most apologetic and
meaning to resolve the situation as quickly as possible, we pressed on. One hand on my calf, the other
around my ankle, his foot against my heaving chest – we sat like a broken human
pretzel in the snow. He continued pulling, i continued breathing and what
would you know? By Jove, my kneecap slipped right back into its bony
nest.
Like the decent chap he is, Antoine
removed his foot from my chest and helped me to my feet. Bless him
though, he had no idea that any kind of recovery was necessary after a
dislocation. Believing it to be more akin to when an item of silverware
falls from a table – once it is replaced the banquet continues as before.
(Fortunately he had been paying
attention to the crutial part of that first-aid lesson, as i wouldn’t have had
the foggiest idea how to have instructed him in my state of affairs.)
And naturally, i was well equipped
to deal with the fall-out and aftermath, what with all my E.F.T. training,
Reiki abilities, crystals, tarot and Google. But that is all quite
another story and one not at all befitting of such prose.
Needless to say, seven days later,
the home-fires are still burning, life goes on as before and visits to the
snowy outdoor latrine are becoming easier step by step.
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| Totally unrelated photo i took last week at a hockey game! |
Today's post is dedicated to my dear friend, Katie, who started her maternity leave this week: enjoy getting the big-top ready for the wee gorilla ;) pomegranate kisses all round!
Thanks also to Jennifer & Imana who gave great healing support this past week.
And to Antoine, for putting my knee back together, making me pizza & doing a great Elmo to cheer me up "Elmoooo wuvssss youuuu."
