You Got Me In Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

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Never A Dull Moment

Yesterday I slipped and fell in the bathtub.  Earlier that day, Jenny had taken a soaky bath in epsom salts, and I didn't know she had used the salts, which made the surface slick. I jacked my shoulder muscles preventing a concussion or worse.  It was shocking how fast I went down and also how quickly I caught myself.  If I were in my 70s, that would have been it.  

This morning, we got up early and proceeded with the quest for the grail, or given our budget, the plastic Solo cup. While touring a house, I get a call from Abby.  This doesn't happen.  I answer, and she says, "First, I want to let you know I'm ok."  Never a way a parent wants to have a conversation begin with a new driver.  "Okay, I say, what's going on?"   "I am in the park at the first exit off I-90. I just got hit by a U-Haul in the 1-90 tunnel and hit the wall."  The truck had changed lanes without seeing her, despite being to her left when getting into her lane. I told her we'd be right there.

She really was fine.  She fell into Jenny's arms as soon as we arrived.  There was a two inch gash, about a quarter inch deep on her rear bumper.  I can't figure out what the hell happened, but the car was fine.  No evidence of new damage to the car otherwise.  So, she didn't hit the wall, as she had believed.

This was serious trauma for her, though.  She bailed on work.  YTN was incredibly understanding.  Jenny drove Abby's car home, Abby rode with me in the Civic.  We took the girls out to breakfast. All was good.  Next we did some shopping for the new dog, a dog which should be here next week, and then we came home.

Jenny has been in terrible pain since waking this morning.  She fell asleep when we got back from breakfast and shopping, around 1:30 pm, and has been asleep since.  This disease.  I hate it.

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