Mason and I went camping at George W. Pirtle this weekend. We bought a tent, packed the sleeping bags, got the flashlights and bug guard ready to go, and set off on our adventure. We arrived at the campsite, registered, hauled our gear (in Connor's red wagon) about a half a mile to the campsite and started to set up before the daily activities began. We got our tent set up and... I stepped in a hole, heard a snap, and - you guessed it, a trip to the ER. Mason says, "Are you okay?" and "Does this mean we have to go home?" in one breathe. The camp leaders came to the camp and hauled me out (literally) in a truck. Mason stayed at camp and did the activities with my friend Shannon while I visited the Carthage Texas Memorial Medical Center. It wasn't broken, only a bad sprain, so I, vieing for mom of the year award, went back to camp and finished the day on crutches and in a wheel chair.
Seriously - I shot a slingshot, bow, and BB gun on crutches - and had pretty good aim if I do say so myself. I even walked to the campfire to make smores. I slept in a tent with my ankle elevated shivering in a sleeping bag. Then the next morning Mason and I took our tent down, loaded up our stuff and went home (thankfully we had ridden with Shannon - who did most of the loading and pushing of the wheelchair).
Since I finished Mom and Me despite a badly sprained ankle, I am a shoo in to win so, I have been practicing the Thank You speech for the Mom of the Year Award. It goes something like this - "I would like to thank Richard for babying me once I finally got home on Sunday, Shannon, Jennifer, and Tracy for pushing and pulling, Mason for letting me do most of the activities from a wheelchair, the scout masters who drove me to and from the hospital, and most of all modern medicine for a little invention known as Vicodin."
Hope everyone is having a great week!
Emily
