One Step at a Time

Last Saturday, I went to a work day at a friend’s house. Their precious little girl is going to come home from the hospital soon following a bone marrow transplant. Extensive remodeling of their house was necessary to make it a suitable environment for her during her long recovery. Time is getting short so a bunch of folks came out to speed things up.

I was in the upstairs with Keith, another 40-something guy, when a young guy, Duane, came up and said he had brought their child’s leftover Easter candy for everyone. I commented that it wasn’t worth the effort to go downstairs unless there were peanut butter cups. He said that he thought there was ONE down there. Instantly Keith and I broke into a run. Keith is in considerably better shape than me, so I was bringing up the rear. When we got half-way down the steps, I went from bringing up the rear, to bouncing on my rear with my left leg folded behind me. Ouch.

I was still able to put in a half day of work, which was my plan anyway. It is too bad that I couldn’t blame my lack of productivity on the injury. The truth of the matter is, when it comes to carpentry I am the classic Mr. Slowsky even when in peak condition.

Early Sunday morning I went to the emergency room at Lancaster General. Their ER services have drastically improved since when I took Travis there for a broken thumb five years ago. Anyway, it is either a sprain or some possible cartilage damage. They gave me some great drugs, some crutches and told me to follow up with my doctor later in the week. It doesn’t really hurt much, but it is very stiff. So much for my jogging routine.