You all know that I'm a total klutz! Who else could break their ankle twice by doing stuff normal people do everyday? Well, the person who makes fun of my lack of grace the most is Jorge. This morning, at 0400 my time, Jorge called me. He needed to find out how he should go about getting to a hospital to have his ankle X-rayed. He was out, in the dark yesterday evening, getting Shadow back indoors and twisted his ankle on one of her toy balls. His ankle was swollen to twice its size (which is the size of a normal ankle in comparison to his bird ankles) and he woke up because he was starting to feel numbness and tingling in his toes. Not the kind of phone call I wanted to get. Luckily, the injury was to his right ankle. Had it been his left, there's no way he would've been able to drive with his manual transmission to the hospital. The good news is that he sprained his ankle. There's no fracture. Of course, they wanted him to take 2 days off from work. Since he doesn't get more than 7 days off a year, there's no way he was going to do that. He spent most of the day with his leg elevated and iced. I'm hoping it will feel better in the morning. Poor guy.
Tonight, he called me and said, rather nonchalantly, "So the tornado warning sirens have gone off 3 times in the past half hour." Again, not the kind of phone call I want to get. He's in so much pain from his ankle that there's no way he's going to hobble down to the basement. Shadow is curled on top of him, because she's very upset about the wind, hail, and rain hitting the house. With any luck, the bad weather will pass Waukesha in the next 10-15 minutes. Jorge is so tired from not sleeping last night that he is going to sleep. I am sitting here, however, glued to the weather channel.
For all of you who are going through the eye of the storm right now, I'm thinking about you.
--DV
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