Jun 142012
 

Grandmas Marathon proves to be an eventful weekend for Duluth as well as area runners, and let’s be truthful, and beer connoiseurs. The tents are up, the pasta is cooking, and the runners have had their last training session. Now is the hour, and for some 8 hours, of truth. Oh, do not misinterpret that comment, I have great respect for those that will be running this weekend. I wish I could run even the 5 mile run, but alas with my RA it is impossible. So to all you runners, Gods speed and good luck. I hesitate to say break a leg because I understand there will be many stress fractures after Saturdays run. So this post is short and sweet.

Remember Fathers Day is Sunday, don’t get so caught up in the race that you forget your Dad. I lost mine 3 years ago on March 1, I wish he was here to celebrate with me. One Fathers Day I especially remember, was 2 years before I lost Dad. I had spent the day at Mom and Dads and had headed home before the rest of the family. My daughter and her boyfriend weren’t too far behind me on the road. Dave had to stop at the hospital to do a history and physical on a heart patient. Ian was driving Sami and Tyler home.

I walked into the house and realized that our puppies needed letting out. We had a gate set up in our kitchen and entry way so if they piddled it would be contained, it was ceramic flooring. I hopped over the gate to put my purse down without any problem. When I hopped back over to let the dogs out, my foot caught on the gate. I was wearing flip-flops and the way the gate caught me I couldn’t free myself. Down I went. I’m not sure what came first, the crunch or the pain. When I fell forward I tried to catch myself with my arms extended. My left arm reached the floor first and took all my weight. Have you ever seen what happens if anything falls on a ceramic tile floor? broken to pieces, right? You got it, totally destroyed my wrist on my left hand. It was a really pretty 90 degree angle. No one was home yet, so I laid there for a moment and then realized I could hear a car running. I tried to get up, but my wrist just dangles and was very painful. I braced my left arm at the wrist, cradling it like a baby with my right arm. I rolled into a sitting position and then got up and headed for the door. I had to open the door with my chin and neck, it was too painful to let my left arm hang on its own. I got outside and saw my daughter and her boyfriend in a bit of a tiff in the car. I walked up to the car and stood there cause I couldn’t knock on his door. This is the good part, my daughter looked at me and said “WHAT!!” I was pretty calm and said “could someone please drive me to the hospital, I broke my arm.” I don’t know if she didn’t hear me, or didn’t believe me, but her response was “just hold on, we’re in the middle of something. ”

Needless to say I wasn’t in the mood to hold on, so I asked Art if he could please drive me. He looked at my arm and immediately realized the urgency, he had no problem leaving right then. Now I’m not sure if it was a good excuse to leave the argument, or if I really looked that pitiful. We got to the hospital and Art looked at me and said “you’re a lot tougher than you look.” I was still pretty calm, probably in shock, I gave the desk my info. Did the insurance thing, and then the strangest thing happened…I nearly passed out. The pain was excruciating. Art stayed with me the entire time, he got ahold of Dave and all the kids for me. I really appreciated his calmness in the situation… I ended up having surgery the next day, I got some new hardware…4 pins. I didn’t tell my dad about it until after the surgery because he had been ill. But one thing I remember, he called me every day to see if I needed anything and to see how I was. Silly me, I asked him why he called everyday because nothing changed. His reply was ” Because you will always be my little girl.” I hold that phrase so dear to my heart each fathers day. Dad, I miss you this fathers day! But I know that you are with me, because that is what daddies do for their little girls. Happy Fathers Day to my wonderful husband Dave whom life would be unbearable without, my Loving Son Zach who always puts a smile on my face, and to my future son-in-law Art who came to my rescue that special fathers day. My blog will resume on Monday after father’s day with a continuation of a mother’s heart. Blessings

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