Not a Good Day here on the Farm.....

Martha and her need for plants-I thought it would be simple-no complications as my husband and I worked together to get the first ones in the Ground by the end of this weekend.  My Husband knows that after my Procedure on Monday-all I will be good for is to lay around and not move, praying the Doctor was able to work her "magic" so this intense Butt Burning will ease up.

We got off to a great start today, already had the plants sitting where we wanted them to be, so their beauty would really show as they start growing-I knew my main job was that of a runner-(no I don't mean actual Running) as those days are long gone, but assisting dear husband as I could.

He gave me the list of things to find in the barn and I heard his words-but there was one thing he had forgotten-Martha has not slept much during the past four nights and as a result-well lets just say I forgot everything and sat at my computer-when it hit me that everything was too quiet and it was time for me to find out where my husband had gone.  Texas ground can be Rock solid Hard in some places and I suggested to my sweet husband the idea of using the tractor with the Drilling attachment which digs a  hole in seconds-but He insisted the ground would yield to his attempts, but I knew the Ground won when I saw him in the barn, driving the tractor around so he could hook up the Auger/Drilling tool, leaning against a tree.  He always puts it there and has Never had any trouble getting it hooked up to the tractor.

So-I figure-"heh-things are looking up,the tractor is running and I will be outside in just a few minutes to water my new plants!"  That was my last thought when I suddenly heard the kitchen door slam open and my husband is screaming  "God all Mighty, I broke my Thumb!"  He is standing over the sink, his face full of Pain and is trying to cover his Thumb with Ice-as Martha gently asks "Are you Sure its broken?"  So I do not forget this point-as He was trying to attach the Auger to his tractor, it slipped and crushed his thumb against the tree!  Yep-pretty good chance there were some broken bones!

Honestly-the Look he gave me-well lets just say I think it was a brief moment when he looked up at God and thought "Where Did you Find this Woman for Me to Marry?"  He let me know with several curse words that Yes-his thumb was crushed and then said "Woman-get me to the Doctor, Now!"  It finally dawned on me that we had a very serious problem going on-as he heads out the door to get in our truck and I come hobbling behind him, only to find we left the Keys in the house!  Again-He looks up to the Heavens, then at me and screams "Dear God, Go get the Damn Keys!"

Now-I hopped out and remember the "running"-well all I could do was a pathetic limp/walk/trot-I really don't know except it was not fast enough for my husband whose Pain level was Rising by the seconds.  He gets out of the truck and yells "Oh My God-do you call that Running?"  Now here we are at one of those
long-term marriage moments when we feel the Need to give some Intense Answers back and forth to each other!  I turn around and yell back "I thought you Knew My Legs don't Run!"  He takes his good hand, slaps it against his head and says "Well lets just go ahead and Wait for Martha to slowly walk toward the house!"  I decided we had talked enough and grabbed the keys and off we went to the doctor!

Thank God the office was only a short distance away and as I come flying in, Panic finally having reached me, I try to park the truck, realize its not straight and begin "the Woman's Manner of Parking" as my husband is sitting next to me, writhing in Pain, takes another look at me and says " Seriously?"
I  turned the motor off and headed to the office.  Thank God they took him in quick as he was now considered a "trauma" situation as they felt the Thumb had been crushed.

Its the first time in 37 years of marriage that I ever saw Matt in a Panic of this nature-I was running around, trying to put a cold cloth on his head, then telling the doctor exactly which Pain meds he needed-and my husband is trying to tell the doctor "Heh, I am the Patient-Martha, you do NOT have to help the doctor!"  So-long story today-resulting in the blessing of bones broken, not crushed, stitches, medicine, and a lot of healing time will be needed.  Yet there was still one more "moment" as the nurse was leading him back to have the hand x-rayed and she asks "Matt- why are you limping?"  He looks back at me, turns to the nurse and says "We had our 37th wedding anniversary last week-and I will Never go fishing again!

You never know what is waiting around the corner to happen-so it might be a while before our flowers do
bloom, but this is a day we both will never forget!

God bless. Martha