I assumed my next posting would be about Kara's graduation reception on Saturday. It was a very nice day, followed by a lovely visit with everyone's favorite - Aunt Harriett.
Sunday was going to be a "work day" - building a few more flower beds and finally getting my spring planting done. I have been delayed by first - a severe chest cold, and secondly - a bee sting. (Okay camping has taken a priority as well) Each knocked me off my feet for about a week.
My planting didn't get done yesterday either.
I've chose to title this entry:

I'm Not Dead Yet
subtitled: I could have swore the truck was stopped when I exited the vehicle.

Sweet husband and self had headed to my parent's to pick up what was to be the first truck-load of dirt. They recently enlarged their driveway. This involved moving back a retaining wall. (This wall is improtant to the story.) We are using the dirt to build-up raised beds and our garden. Randus backed the truck up their very steep driveway and turned off the truck. (Okay kids - it's a stick shift) It started to roll forward. The emergency brake had snapped a couple of weeks ago and we hadn't fixed it yet. Rand had me slide over and hold the brake while he blocked the wheels. It still didn't look like it would hold, so I shifted it into reverse - thinking that would hold it better. I then begin to exit the truck. One foot was on the ground - when -
It shot forward. I fell and I knew - this was bad! I frantically grabbed the door - anything, something, and the pain hit. I was being drug by the truck, bare legs and feet along the new cement drive. I was also pinned between the truck and the new retaining wall. I knew that if I let go, I would've been forced, by the wall, under the wheels of the truck and I would die. My feet were barely clearing the rear wheels at it was. As soon as I reached the end of the retaining wall (meaning: the pain on that side decreased some) I literally threw myself to the sidewalk. I wanted to be free of the truck before it entered the street or struck anything. I hit the cement and rolled, watching as the truck tire missed my head by a very few inches. Dad says the tires missed my feet and legs by much less. I was giving blacking out some serious thought, but Rand and Dad were determined to get me off the sidewalk. Poor Mom had stepped out on the front porch just in time to witness all this. Her screams are all I can remember hearing.
I refused to go to the emergency room right away. Mostly it looked as if I had just donated a lot of flesh to the new drive. But as the afternoon progressed, my half-a-million-dollar foot with the steel plate (souvenior from a bone tumor) was looking kind of a funny color. Scary-funny. So I ended up in the ER after all. The good news is nothing was broken. And they gave me good drugs and a tetnus shot. They were less worried about my foot and more worried about my knee. I am to stay off my feet and use a cane when I do have to be up.
Today I'm feeling everything. Both shoulders, arms, hands, hips, name a body part - everything took a beating. I even damaged my wedding ring during my landing. But, I'm not dead! But I am nicely drugged, so please ignore the spelling and grammer errors, thank-you.