It's only appropriate to quote an unforgettable 80's movie, Splash, as it seems this week is equally as compelling and unbelievable as a Mermaid washing ashore. Just when you think you've experienced it all in Denver and have been pummeled by all sides, someone winds up hitting ya from the back -- literally. Jill and I were in our first Denver fender bender, which is pretty impressive considering there is a baker's dozen worth of wrecks on the highways each day (from our count). The event would otherwise be unremarkable if not for the sheer absurdity of our "errand" in the first place. We were on our way to Sam's first vet visit post-surgery from breaking his hind leg last Thursday. Lovely. He was supposed to have his bandages re-wrapped at 3:40. At 3:20, Jill, Sam and I were stopped in the right turn lane at a red light. I crept up to gain a better vantage of on-coming traffic for a right-hand turn, when, wammo, buddy in the back had a happy trigger foot and gunned for our rear bumper. Yep, sounds about right. Par for course.
He hit us hard enough to move the car a couple feet, but, by all accounts, it was a very minor affair -- certainly could have been a lot worse if he bumped us into the oncoming traffic. The impact sent our already tense shoulders, backs and necks over the brink. Such a slight impact would not normally cause pain, but our bodies, already broken by months of stress and limited activity, leave little room for the sudden startle, jolt or lurch back and forth. As lame as it is, our bodies hurt -- it somehow triggered my pinch nerve in my neck and Jill's random leg spasms. Go figure. Guess that's a hint we need to move more - move it or lose it, right?
Still, Sammie seemed to get the worst of it with his broken leg stuck in his kitty litter, but his pain was more of pride. If fact, the lil gipper had his cast removed. He's free-rolling with stitches blowing in the breeze, ready for any disgruntled cat to yank them out. Jill and I tried in vain to re-wrap his stitches and/or put a plastic cone around his neck, but no dice. Sam's contortionist capabilities yanked the clear cone off in record time. I'm due back to Emily's basement. Yep...looking forward to what's in store.
So, if we're keeping count for the week, that's a cat with a broken leg, a car accident, and - oh by the way - a brother battling cancer. Lovin it. ~E
Well... you could think things could be worse... or think there will be better days... later! I don't like hearing such advices yet I must recognize there is no many ways to go through "bad luck" or whatever you call it: I think of you each time of the day. Love Beatrice
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