Louisiana writes in response to Diane R. Aguilar's latest email. She is feeling a bit rushed, thanks to an unexpected trip to the Emergency Room, on Ronee' 's behalf. She just got home.
Letter #2~
Monday, the 16th of August, 2004~
Dear Diane:
I bet you didn't expect to hear from me again, but I just had to tell you about what happened. I just got back from taking Ronee' to the Emergency Room, and we were there about six hours. Ronee' fell earlier today, and she broke her wrist; she now has a cast on her lower arm, on the right side, and she is not feeling too well at the present.
Ronee' was going outside, to play, when she hooked her foot on the corner of a step, and as a result, she went down. She fell hard, really hard. When she landed, she landed on her wrist, and she broke it. I knew it was broken when I heard her screams of pain, and then saw her hand dangling limply at an odd angle; it scared the hell out of me. Whereupon, I picked up my now-crying daughter, and I immediately took her to the hospital, to Nashville Memorial, to the Emergency Room, where we spent a good part of the afternoon, until a doctor could finally look at her and treat her injury.
Because of her injury, Ronee' has to wear a cast on her wrist for six weeks, and she can't use her crutches. This means that she will have to use her wheelchair until her wrist heals, or have someone push the chair for her, since she can't do it by herself with just one hand. She is not happy, to say the very least. And just before school, too, and just before LeCajun, which is this weekend. (We leave for Louisiana on Wednesday; we will be back Tuesday or so. LeCajun, which is a Cajun music festival, will be held in Lafayette, at the Blackham Coliseum, and over 20,000 Cajun music fans are expected to be there. We have gone the past several years, and it is a blast!) Talk about bad timing! This means that she will have her cast when school starts, and of course, it is her writing hand. She also can't play her accordion when she performs at LeCajun, and that has her upset, too. She will only get to sing.
Ronee' is now lying down, trying to get some sleep. The doctor gave her something for the pain, and she is now taking pain pills lest her wrist starts to ache again. She did not have a very good day, as you can imagine.
I am not too happy about what happened to Ronee' either, but accidents DO happen, and they have a way of happening when you least expect it. Such as was in this case.
Johnny is all upset about the accident too. He hates it when his sister gets hurt or sick, and vice-versa. Ronee' and Johnny are exceptionally close to one another, and when one is sick or injured, the other is really affected by it. They could almost be twins; they can read each other's minds, and they know just how the other one is feeling at a particular time if they are not together, in the same room.
Johnny has been in a blue funk ever since camp; his muscular dystrophy camp was a bust (it rained just about every day), and he has lost several of his camping buddies. He loves camp, yet he dreads it because he knows there are friends that won't be there this year that were last year, and this year proved to be no exception. He also has been bummed about his dog, "Ginger", who is recovering herself from a near-fatal poisoning. Seems that the dog got into some chocolate, and it made her gravely sick. We thought for a while that she was going to die, but the veterinarians at the animal hospital managed to save her life, and she has recovered without incident, but we now know to keep the chocolate out of her reach, to where she can't get it. She was one sick puppy, and she is still not feeling her best; but she is on the mend, and each day that goes by she feels a bit better and stronger. It was a very close call, and we are grateful that she is still with us; it could have very easily been tragic for us all and especially for Johnny.
Well, I must go; Ronee' is calling, and I must see what she needs. I will write after we get back from Louisiana; so expect a full report from me next time I write! Sorry about having to rush off like this, but I didn't expect this to happen! And I know you didn't expect to get TWO letters from me in the same day; but enjoy it while you can; this may not be a regular opportunity! LOL
Until later, Diane, take care, and God bless!
(((HUGS))) and love, your Tenn. friend, Louisiana. :)
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Letter #2~
