Okay here goes.
A week ago today, while on a hike up the mountain as a part of my broken-leg in rehab, I turned my back on my god of war. I have since come to regret this action.
This is Tyr. You’ve met him before. Ten months old, just under 90 pounds, some growing to do yet.
On that bright, sunny, Monday last, Tyr, who had been frolicking in the bushes, suddenly decided to join his brothers Silas and Puck, and launched himself at full speed down the side of the mountain. Unfortunately, I stood between Tyr and his puppy brothers.
This didn’t bother him at all. Why dodge when you can charge right through?
I will spare you a look at my hideously broken arm, as some things can never be unseen. Instead, I’ll provide this photo as proof that, a week later and even with Fat Bastard fingers, I can still hold a pen.
Life as a writer goes on!
2017 has brought me a plate, five screws and a tight rope in my right ankle, and now plate and screws in my right wrist. I console myself with the fact that my surgeon assures me my bone density is fine. My klutziness, however, appears to be off the charts. At worst, I plan to write it off as an excessive bonding experience with my brilliant writer friends Susanna Kearsley and Elizabeth Boyle, [who may or may not be my sisters in calamity].
But that’s it, man. I am done suffering for my art.
See you in physio!
~kc
[Smart-assery aside, I do owe a vote of great thanks to my rescue crew, which in the end included dog-walk pal Magdalena K, my son Peter, American hikers Bob & Hannah, paramedics Connor & Dave, and not one, but TWO movie-site supervisors who happened by. Only in the wilds of BC… Thank you one and all!!]
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Oh, my goodness! As if one catastrophic bone breakage wasn’t enough, two in three months is horrendous! This is the last one, right?
Having a black Lab who is perpetual motion personified, I could just picture Tyr’s direct-route dash. Some days I’m convinced some Labradors never get a brain.
Wishing you (another) speedy recovery!
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kc kc kc
You are not allowed to break anything else – it doesn’t matter about the grouping of threes!
Take care lady!
Sending healing hugs.
Black Creek Kathy
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Oh no, kc, that really sucks!! Nothin’ halfway for you, eh?!! So sorry to hear, I hope that’s the end of the bad luck for you now 🙂
Oh, and P.S. Good luck trying to get through an airport now! Just kidding! LOL
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Oh! Do take care of yourself!! I’m looking forward to your next book. How can you write like this.
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Holy Double Deeley-Boppers, kc … this has got to stop! I’m sending along a bundle of positive thoughts and healing incantations from the warm (??) climes of White Rock to the slippery slopes of Lions Bay … bubble wrapped in loads of love. Take care.
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Ooooh, Karen, my Karen! I can easily see this happening with Tyr. Oh, but let s see……top and bottom broken. NO hips! But definitely don’t put him on a leash, cuz who knows where he will drag you! Love you. Heal quickly and tell Peter to take care of his Mom!
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Oh no! 😦 So sorry to hear this, kc. Sending love and hoping you heal up quickly!
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Well… if you need a kick in the astrals let me know!!! I’m just a couple doors down and I can measure my punishment to be just slightly below broken… just sayin
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Yikes.
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kc!!! I can’t believe this!! I admire your spirit, no one can break that!!
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Perhaps next time I see you, I should bring a roll of bubble wrap. Take care, my friend.
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kc, omg. You must stop or you’ll soon be classified as a borg, sweetie. You poor thing. Can i suggest dragon dictation?
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