The View – And here we go again …

There’s good reason that I seldom venture forth from my verandah here at The View. Aside from it being a lovely place from which to, well, view the world, and that I have everything I need, including cats, books and coffee … I just don’t like to go out much when I’m on Bequia.

But I did head out this morning for coffee at a friend’s house with the promise of talking about books and reading. Unfortunately, I only made it as far as the roadside at the foot of her driveway before I slipped on loose ground after getting out of the car. Dennis packed me back into the car again and took me to the Bequia Hospital. But the doctor was out in Paget Farm, so we returned to the house and the doctor met us here to examine my ankle. (You have to understand that it’s not easy getting from car-to-verandah in this house! There are a heck of a lot of stairs to climb and, just to make it more interesting, … it was raining!)

So I now have a signed order for an xray that needs to be done over in St. Vincent tomorrow at 8:30 a.m., which means we catch the 6:30 a.m. ferry over to Kingstown. Dennis has already arranged to drive our car onto the ferry so I don’t need to move once I get into it until we get to the hospital, leaving only our stairs for me to maneuver down then up again once we return to Bequia in the afternoon. Otherwise, it’s all flat ground for me for the next while. Lucky our living space is all on one level with only a few small stairs, and for the most part I can ride around the place in Dennis’s wheeling office chair – vroom!

Here’s my bandaged ankle with a view …

I wonder, if I do need to get a cast to set a broken bone, whether the doctor will consider fixing that bunion for me at the same time. Kind of a two-fer operation.

Coincidentally, I realized it was almost exactly this date, certainly it was in early Dec., twenty years ago, that I fell in much the same way and broke this same ankle while we were staying at our neighbour’s house. I had to spend that Christmas in a cast, too.

So, here we go again … am really hoping this is just a bad sprain this time, although I definitely heard that distinctive C-r-r-a-a-c-k! that I’m all-too familiar with after two previous broken ankles and a broken wrist these past 20 years.

You are most welcome here! Enjoying the view with me (and my ankle) from my trailer or verandah.

Susan