The first thing I remember thinking when this happened was that I was worried about my daughter. I wanted her to be safely on the bus and not worrying about me on her first day in a new school. The neighbors had done a wonderful job of telling her that I was okay (although I really wasn’t) and getting her on the bus.
After that, I remember being highly embarrassed by the whole thing. We had only moved into the neighborhood in May and really just barely knew people. Now it was the beginning of September and I was lying in the street with a broken leg, an ambulance and a fire truck around me…..how mortifying! I was also embarrassed at the thought of Duncan seeing me like that. We had been active and happy and always doing something or going somewhere and I didn’t want him to see me like that. What if he didn’t like me anymore? I had always done my best to make him think I was perfect and could do anything and keep up with him…now I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore. What would he think of me if I wasn’t perfect?
We had been together for a year and only living together for a couple of months. Was the whole thing blown now? I didn’t really think he’d leave me, but at the same time, I was so afraid that he’d be disappointed in me and everything would change between us.
Duncan met me at the hospital, the X-rays confirmed a snapped right femur and I was scheduled for surgery which would be a rod through my bone (the standard fix for a broken femur).
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