An Unperfected Day

AN UNPERFECT DAY

Keith is continuing with his Hyberbaric Oxygen treatments and we were so in hopes that his ulcer was going to be much improved when his cast was removed on Wednesday.
We patiently waited while the nurse removed the cast, which she had a difficult time doing and Keith was in some pain.
Keith wanted a photo of the ulcer as he couldn't see it on the bottom of his foot. I snapped the photo which I am sorry I did because it was bigger and worse than the week before. I had to show it to him and he was discouraged immediately.
The doctor ordered new medication for the wound and a different antibiotic. He also took a culture of the wound to see if it contained infection. After digging the dead skin out he rebandaged the wound and put on a new cast. He asked Keith to stay off of his foot as much as possible. All of this took from 7:30 A.M. until noon.

When we arrived home a half hour later, we saw that our mailbox had been torn off the post which it occupied with our neighbor. I went out to the street to investigate and asked Keith not to come as he was to stay off his foot. He couldn't contain himself so he used his walker and strode out to the mailbox. The entire board that held the box was stripped off and the box mashed and crooked in spots. There was no note of whom had done the damage. After several minutes of looking the box over and deliberating about what to do we started back to the house. Keith said, "I'll just let you push me in the walker back to the house as I am tired." I started pushing and hit a groove in the road and down he went, walker and all with me on the concrete, also. I looked and he was bleeding from the elbow, also both my knees were skinned and bleeding. I asked if he was hurt badly, but nothing
appeared broken or hurt too badly, so I tried pulling him up. It was difficult with his cast on for him to get a grip on the concrete and get himself up, not to mention the hot concrete where his hands were pushing. Finally we got him up and into the house to clean his wound on his elbow. His back was bruised but no blood. I cleaned my knees after I bandaged his elbow.
 I called our neighbor who told me the person had stopped and said he would take care of the damage to the mailboxes. He had met a golf cart and thought it was cutting into him, therefore he cut to the right and the mirror of his SUV took our mailbox out.

We know the gentleman very well who had the accident.. He came to our door and we weren't home. I got a text from his daughter saying he would pay for the damages. I felt bad for him because I know he didn't mean to do it. It was an accident.
Since it wasWednesday, it was church night and I am the teacher so I had to go, although we were having a gigantic rain storm. Keith decided he was worn out after all the days excitement so I went to church without him and let him rest.

After church I had a "handy-man" from church come to look at putting the mail box back on its post. He said he would do it the next day. I went to Home Depot the next day and got the mail box. He came in the afternoon and put it on its post. The man who had the ;accident stopped the next day and asked for the bill. I told him what it cost and he paid.

Some days are better than others. Praise God no one was injured. All is right with the world right now.