I'm having the worst couple of days over what I anticipated to be a couple weeks of bliss.

I'm already sad over the fact this is my granddaughters bday, but she's away all week now with her Mom, Dad, the "Fun Grandma," her Auntie and cousin. They are in a hurry to find an apt. now, I know is heavily influenced by their discomfort staying at our house while they take their time looking. (details from my previous thread, "Reality Bites.....") It has to do with DH walking about the house, even at night, following everyone, and their concern of DH interaction with the baby and their dog. All along they were going to leave the dog with me when they looked for apts, but the night before they were to leave they were trying hard to find a hotel that would let them take the dog too. I assured them they didn't have to stress it, the dog was fine with me. The few hotels that might take a dog wanted way too much $$ per night just for the dog.

In my depressed state I thought I'd get out and mow, and weed whack. So yesterday I made arrangements for the brush mower to get picked up this morning for repair, and I'd fire up the weed whackers once the shop guy picked up the mower. We are in a mini heatwave now, so I made plans to get out early in the day while it was tolerable. The guys calls to say he's on his way, and I decide I will get my sons dog out to do her job before he gets here. Then I could go straight out to weed whack.

At 9 a.m. I put the leash on the dog, went out on the porch, looked up toward the driveway (our house is on a hill and sits below the main driveway). I don't know why I looked up, but I did as I stepped off the porch. Felt my foot twist, and heard awful noises, and next thing I know I'm looking up at the poor startled dog. It took me a minute of deep breathing to ward off my usual reaction to pain--- nausea and light headedness, before I start calling for DH. Teen son woke up and came out fearing I was calling because his Dad took off wandering. (his first wandering experience happened just last Thursday) DH and son got to the door at the same time, looked out, and DH thinks I'm playing on the ground with the dog. Teen son starts to turn around and go back to bed (thinking all was well) until he caught a glimpse of me waving for him to come out. DH thought all I needed was a hand up, but I needed a bit more help than that. I came inside with their help and tried to ignore my foot. Well, I finally listened to teen son's prompting and let him drive me to the hospital for x-rays. I have an "Avulsion Fracture" of a bone in my left foot. Oh, Joy!

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As I am typing, Sailor son called to update, and says they put a "holding" fee on the apt that isn't available until October cuz it really seems to be the best one. I feel good, at least for the moment they aren't settling for something they don't really want just to get out of here. I really didn't ask any questions about plans of what they will do between now and Oct. Wasn't gonna say anything about my foot, but DH did just before he handed me the phone. So I just gave him the facts........very matter-of-factly. Did tell him I'm pissed about getting hurt because so much brush has to be mowed or whacked down..........it's like therapy to me..........and now I cannot do it. He said when they get back he hopes to get out there with his brother and get some of it done for me.

i hope you get to feeling better. you will when you get to spend time with your granddaughter i know what you mean about wanting to get your yard in order,but sometimes we just have to let some things go. i hope your foot heals fast. jav

New Realm, try to take care of yourself.

It is OK to come here and vent, this is a safe place to do that.

But I really hope you realize that you are venting. That your emotions are real and we are all entitled to our emotions, but that the reality of what happened when your son decided to take his family out of your house and look for an apartment might not be quite what you are currently thinking it is.

I was afraid you'd been trapped under the mower again. I know you think it's good therapy, but it's beginning to sound as if you and mowing aren't a good match. At least, not while you're so stressed that you're not really focusing on what you're doing.