I slipped on ice in Louie's driveway two days ago and went down. I remember lying on the ground screaming and thinking that I really wanted to stop screaming, but not being able to. The ambulance came within minutes (I was impressed. To Louie the few minutes seemed liem hours) and off I went to Cooley Dickinson Hospital again. (The last time was end of last August, after a swarm of yellow jackets got me good.)
Turns out I fractured both sides of my ankle and I will be off that foot for at least 2 months. Dear Louie was beside himslef while we waited for the ambulance. Then, he just rose to the occasion and stepped into caring for the animals ("Sweetie, I'll help you all you all you need but I will not clean the cat litter box!") Now gues who is putting on a mask and gloves and cleaning the cat box every day. And feeding and watering the chickens and the sheep. He was amazed at the time it takes to do all that. I am kind of glad, though, that he stepped into my life as a result of this fracture, and it is already creating new areas of closeness between us.
My house is on two levels, so I will be staying with Louie while I heal. He cannot midwife the sheep when they lamb -- that is the biggie. I don't know what I am going to do about that.