Not exactly what I was planning for myself for the next few months but does anyone really ever get to plan for this kind of thing? Long story short Ruby fell into a lake (pond?) and I jumped in after her. Over a 4ft railing. How I did that I don’t know but I’ll probably never be able to do it again. So much for my career in hurdles. Thankfully, oh so thankfully, Ruby is fine. She wasn’t under the water very long and there were several people who came to my aid, stripping Ruby of her wet clothes and wrapping her in a warm fleece coat. After I dragged myself out of the water (I knew something was up with my ankle immediately) I took her from one of the good samaritans, held her tight, and cried. She was pointing at the duckies probably totally oblivious as to what had just happened to her. Holy shit I have never been so scared in my life.
I thanked those who helped me but I wish that I had gotten their names so I could send them a letter. I just didn’t think about it at the time. (there was a lot of not thinking…just DOING)
Very serendipitously Heath’s parents happened to be meeting me and they came only a few minutes after everything happened. Off to the ER we went where Ruby was checked out first and was given heated blankets and a clean bill of health. Eventually I also got the heated blankets, some dry clothes (thanks to Heath who arrived very prepared), x-rays, a diagnosis of a distal fibia fracture, and a splint. Oh, and some Percocet, which did not agree with me. Thankfully the break will not require surgery only 8-10 weeks of healing time after which there will surely be a Laurie-shaped butt print in our couch. Hopefully a Laurie-shaped butt print that has done at least something productive, like teaching herself to knit. No matter how productive I am in the next few months, all that matters in the end is that Ruby is okay. I really hope that this is something that doesn’t repeat itself in the future but if it does I’ll jump right back in again!
