“Mommy fell in front of the church, and we’re on our way to the hospital.” Really now? *sigh*
I remember one rainy night, when I was a little girl, my mother came home in such a big hurry, only surprised to see that my Grandma had just sat me down at the living room table- yes, the living room table - to eat my dinner. Apparently, I had a dental appointment and this eating dinner situation had to be stopped immediately for Mommy to get me to the dental appointment on time - *pushes self away from table*. After running upstairs to brush my teeth (you know you brush your teeth “a little extra” before going to see Dr. Smiley), Mommy and I whisked out of the door and practically ran up North Avenue- until Mommy slipped and did a split at the corner of Carey Street… in her brand new $100 Nike tennis shoes. The end result? Torn ligaments in the knees. And crutches.
Fast forward to February 21, 2010. Tyler and Mommy are talking and walking, having a grand ol’ time heading up the street to church; when suddenly Tyler notices that Mommy is on the ground. Or is it that Mommy noticed that Tyler was no long next to her, but standing over top of her? Right in front of the church steps, Mommy slipped only to find herself sitting on her right ankle. Being the stubborn, proud woman that she is (courtesy of Grandma), along with the help of the random White folks that came out of nowhere, she hobbled into the church and lasted about 5 minutes before she realized that her foot was pointing to the right. Her leg wasn’t. *sigh* The end result? An ankle broken in 3 places, surgery and a well packed soft splint. And crutches, a walker, and a roll around knee scooter. Scoot, scoot.
The thing about Mommy is when she falls she falls hard. Breaking bones and tearing ligaments and what not! At least she never does anything half assed. Ha. And it’s pretty funny what a broken ankle can do for you. I think my parents had more conversation last week than they have my entire life. I digress.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been playing Nurse Greer, accompanying Mommy to doctor’s appointments and as of two days ago, her surgery. I have to admit that it’s afforded me plenty of time to cook. Who doesn’t love to cook!? I’ve made everything from coffee cake and fudgy brownies (with a white chocolate toffee ganache.) to my own spin on vegetable lasagna and even chocolate chip cornflake marshmallow cookies (check here for the originator of these wonderful cookies and here for the copycat recipe). I can’t forget having tried my hand at a tasty tequila lime butter sauce. “Jose Cuervo is my dri-iiink” (Shout outs to Big Boi!) A lot of my friends have come over to see “the sick and shut in” and my Ace-boon-coon, Ca’Vette even tied a pretty pink ribbon around the front of Mommy’s walker. *confetti*
In all of this falling and fixing of the ankles there is a lesson: Sometimes you have to be still. And if you don’t sit still, you’ll slip on black-ice.
PEACE.
