I'm still a bit stunned that I failed to blog about thie event in my life. Guess I was too carried away with moving and all that jazz.
Sometime in the second week of January, I was in the living room on the upper floor of my house on the phone. I wasn't in my bedroom because for some reason, service is now terrible there. This was about midnight, I'm the only one who didnt have work in my family, so I thought I was the only one up. Right in the middle of my conversation as I wa bursting into laughter I heard a loud crash and 'Oh Boy', I jumped. My dad had apparently wanted to turn out the lights, didn't realise the glass sliding doors were shut and walked right into it shattering the glass from top to bottom.
At first it made no sense to me, we've all 'bumped' into the door but never broke it. For fear of this, we'd put a sticker on the door which had apparently fallen and the cleaner hadn't replaced. But my dad is 6"1 and a brisk walker. He'd pribably jogged down the stairs from his room and his momentum broke right through the door. I couldnt leave the living to see the extenet of damage but I heard ifie and my mum run out and my mum was frantic. She's a doctor as you all know so she got right to containing the situation. There was a pool of blood underneath my dad's leg and for some reason my mum couldn't find where the blood was coming from. I risked getting cut by glass and walked through the debris to find where it was as I was surprisingly calm. In all this my dad never winced. He was sooo strong and even started to calm my mum who is usually such a solid rock. The main cut was underneath his toe, right down to the bone, the fear was that he was going to lose the toe.
Ifie was long gone to mobilize the driver get my dad's clothes and start to head to the hospital. I couldn't go to the hospital, I was too shocked and wouldn't even survive seeing my dad in pain. So as my dad limped down the stairs, refusing help, I stayed home and began to clean. Our cleaner comes in during the week so I had to clear up the mess. My hands have never shaken so bad as I cleaned up pints of MY dad's blood...I was cold... The realisation that the shards could have cut something deeper chilled me. It occurred to me then that my family was a unit. No one told anyone what to do, we all knew our roles.
Everything ended up being fine and he was confined to crutches as several points on his left leg had been cut deeply. He got stitched up for hours. I called almost every 15 minutes. Sigh.... To start the year on that note, frightening. But my dad is so mobile that when something happens to keep him in one spot, more often that not, we believe it's God pushing him away from greater danger.
It's the first month in 2013 and I've already had drama....I'm on God's team, the armor is ON!
I have a picture of the scene, but I canNOT put it up. Can't deal with looking at it every so often...
Greetings still from the chilly, calm city of Dundee...
Have an amazing week people!
I'm defying the cold and still rocking my short skirts...the temperature is zero on average, that;s summer in Canada! lol