In a split second, life changes. Plans go awry. A good friend came to visit for a few hours and a lunch on her way to Wyoming. She fell off a step on my back patio, and broke her wrist and her hip. 911. Fire truck. Ambulance. Excruciating pain. ER. IV, and finally surgery. All a blur. She’s going to miss a reunion and a vacation, but she has a new hip. Not exactly a fair trade. Rehab is next.
I can’t get the image out of my head. Sleep isn’t easy when you have something on your mind like that, which serves to make me aware of how incredibly difficult it would be to get over PTSD. No wonder so many vets turned to drugs and alcohol after Vietnam. Back then we didn’t even recognize PTSD, and today even, it carries with it a stigma that makes it hard to ask for help. What a nightmare for the survivors. It makes me sick to think of the movies and video games that glorify war.
On to other things because even when I’m not trying to sleep, the image is in my head. The solar question is still out there. Maybe I can think about it clearer next week. I cancelled my trip to the mountains. I’ll go later. There are plenty of hot days of summer still to come when a nice ride up into the mountains will be just the ticket to break the heat.
Writing doesn’t seem to be happening right now. Maybe a long bicycle ride will help clear the mud off the windshield. On a positive note, the garden and yard are doing very well. I’m including a picture that shows my new trumpet vine swallowing the lily planted close by. Too close, evidently. Oh well. Gardens are ever evolving endeavors.