Stepping down, a sudden stumble –
a hole instead of my stepping-stone!?
A searing pain and down I tumble –
I think I’ve broken an ankle bone!
It’s blue and swollen past tennis ball,
and I wonder, lying here on my side,
when the doctor asks “how did you fall?”
should I reply “attempted matricide”?
When you become a parent, you constantly see sources of danger to your kids – fall hazards, crushing hazards, strangers, dogs… What it takes longer to realise – too long – is just how dangerous the kids are to you. After 3 hours waiting in Goulburn hospital yesterday evening for x-rays (after half an hour lying in the garden waiting for someone to come home and help me up) it turns out I do not have any breaks, but a torn ligament. I am now on crutches, which I have already threated to use to beat to death the child who moved my stepping stone and keeps walking around the house whistling cheerfully!