A year later–my wife is fully recovered. Things always seem darkest when in the middle of a crises. On the other side, I’m reminded how precious life is.
From the initial frightening moments of my wife’s accident, we’ve transitioned to scenes of amusing awkwardness. Her two-week check-up went well–except for some light-headedness during the X-Ray session. I was amazed at the amount of hardware, pins, and screws.
I’m thankful for the assistance of caring friends and neighbors. A friend brought over some yummy, home-cooked, black-eyed peas and soda bread. Yesterday, Mrs. “P,” from across the street, helped me do much-needed house cleaning. She cleaned the bathrooms. I cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the floors.
It’s surprising the amount of damage, a few boil-overs and microwave explosions can do. On a positive note, this second string chef was on a winning streak, until yesterday; when my macaroni and tomatoes didn’t have enough sugar. It had something to do with acidity, and was, apparently important. Also, I’m sure the space shuttle could have been built, in the time it took to peel…
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