Yes, in deep and desperately needing escape. What did we do to deserve this merde? Did someone put a hex on us, cast a black magic spell of evil?
The current calamity ranks as the worst, yet those preceding were far more than minor mishaps. I was typing away at my computer when a frantic husband ran in screaming. I need some ice quick. He needs a cool drink? No such luck. He related that he had fallen from a ladder while trimming a tall bush.
I was not terribly sympathetic. At his age, he has no business on ladders. Last summer he fell out of a tree when trying to trim. He has fallen off the wall in front of our property when cutting shrubbery. He relishes climbing a wobbly ladder into our attic. Climbing must have been one of his favorite boyhood exploits. But, he is a boy no more. He had an enormous lump on his calf. We iced it down. Nonetheless that evening we went to the emergency room at the Manosque hospital, about a half hour away.
Leg was x-rayed. Nothing broken. We were told to wait and see the doctor again. We waited and waited. Many of those who arrived after us had seen doctors and left.
My patience and nerves were shattered. I had a killer migraine. Bob was getting antsy. We learned our doctor was on the telephone dealing with a very urgent case. Who knows how much longer the wait would be? We left. Next day he saw his local doctor.
