Wednesday, January 23, 2013
The Hazards of Country Living
When you live in the country there are innumerable opportunities for calamity to strike. Take Master Hand Grenade, for instance....
Yesterday, our propane supply dried up, but being the preppers that we are, we had another bottle at the ready. I asked Master Hand Grenade to brave the frigid temperatures and hook up a new bottle, returning the empty to the shed to fill on our next excursion to town.
All too soon, Master Hand Grenade was back in the house, looking a little peaked. As it turns out, our ice covered paths had gotten the best of Hand Grenade and his legs had flown out from under him as he carried the full propane tank to its destination. The tank landed squarely on the side of Hand Grenade's foot! Ouch!!!
He hobbled into the house, took his boot off and propped his aching appendage on a pillow. We immediately put ice on his foot (although very carefully - there was a lot of pain) to combat the swelling and gave him an Ibuprofen for the pain. At first we thought that, perhaps, he had only bruised his toe, but after closer inspection, we concluded that it had indeed been broken.
And so, Master Hand Grenade sits on the couch in the living room, foot elevated, doing his schoolwork, while his sisters, brother and I take up the slack. Miss Serenity has been getting the wood in, Princess Dragon Snack and Master Calvin fetch drinks and snacks and Maid Elizabeth has shouldered the generator responsibilities. Master Hand Grenade convalesces with crutches by his side.
Propane bottles and ice. These are the hazards of country living.