Have You Considered a Helmet?

Remember the repeating sketch on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In of the old man on a tricycle who falls off all the time? Wasn't that funny?! Maybe not so much in real life, although I keep picturing that sketch in my mind and shaking my head.

Hubby was recently given a motorized scooter chair and took it out for a spin today for the first time while the Wild Child looked on. Somehow, as he got a little bit down the street, one of his wheels rolled over the curb--we have these gently rolling curbs here rather than the type with 90 degree edges--and sure enough, he tipped the thing over.

I came home early from work to find the house empty, although that didn't alarm me as I knew Hubby had been thinking about doing a little shopping and I figured the Wild Child had gone with him. It was only after I'd woken up from my nap that I learned where they'd been--the hospital. Turns out Hubby broke a finger in the fall. Tomorrow he'll go back to see the orthopedist, who will decide whether to put the hand in a cast or operate on it to place a pin in the finger. Sometimes I think Hubby does these things to get out of chores at the busiest times--like dish washing at Christmas time. And remember how he broke his leg just before my carpal tunnel surgery?

Okay, yes, you're right--it really ISN'T all about me, is it?! I'm joking, of course, and yes, I do feel bad about Hubby's injuries. In fact, I've suggested seatbelting him into his wheelchair and making him wear protective head gear from now on, but apparently a broken finger does not prevent a person from flipping another person off. I remember when Hubby first got his standard wheelchair and we went away for a long weekend to a cute, seaside town. While I was shopping in one of the quaint little shops, Hubby was outside, tipping over backward in the street in his new wheelchair. Sheesh!

Seriously, you would think wheelchairs and other assistive devices would be designed to be especially safe for the handicapped, but apparently they're not. I'm just glad the Wild Child was home today to help get Hubby back up and home after the fall and then to the hospital for treatment. It's always something, isn't it?!