Tales of family, ice and winter

Yesterday, third Monday in February, was Family Day here in Ontario (a debatable statutory holiday across Canada, not national, some provinces have it, others don’t). Kids were off school and should have some winter fun with their parents… So, since it had conveniently snowed all Sunday afternoon, I planned to go sledding down the snowy hill of the park nearby on Monday afternoon. Kids tobogganing, us parents watching. The sky was a little gray, but otherwise perfect weather. Around -5°C or -10°C, not too cold.

The kids were out of the car in a flash, they had picked up they sleds and were on their way to the hill (in front of us) before we had time to close the doors of the van. As I was slowly following them and adjusting my gloves at the same time, I slipped and fell on the ice ! I fell on my whole back and did not hurt myself. D was laughing because it happened so fast. He was still locking the car behind me, and had just had the time to see me on the ground. We ended up laughing together as we walked toward the boys who were not up the hill, but still down by the (semi-frozen) pond…

What was going on?! What were they doing there!? Haven’t we said enough times NOT to walk on the frozen ice???!!! Sure enough, Uriel was drenched in putrid cold water and crying because it was very cold ! Being the youngest and skinniest of my boys, I thought immediately about hypothermia. So I told hubby to stay with the twins while I go back home with Uriel and have him shower and change his clothes.

So far so good.

We arrive to the house. I get off the car, and as I walk towards home, I slip on the ice (again), hear a “crack” (Is it the ice? Is it a bone?), feel my ankle twist in the wrong direction, and this time it hurts like hell !!! Shit, this is bad. This day is going from bad to worse.

I somehow managed, very slowly, to breath deep, while trying (and failing) not to cry too much of pain, go up the few steps to the front entrance of the house (very bad idea these steps in front of the house, but they were not at fault this time), open the door, and give instructions to Uriel. Take off your wet stinky clothes. Go take a shower. Can you find me the bottle of Ibuprofen? The big white one with a blue label. Thank God, you know how to climb on the toilet bowl. (The medicine cabinet is high above the toilet bowl which is supposed to be too high for the kids… But hey, I won’t complain, since I wasn’t able to climb up the stairs myself).

After a few minutes debating what to do next (Should I try driving like this ? Should I call our friends and ask them for a big favor : go pick up D and the kids at the park ?). I ended up driving back to the park. I have never been so thankful for automatic transmission: accelerating was feasible with my right foot, but the brake pedal was harder, so I tried to brake with the left foot but it was a bit abrupt. I lack practice (ha ha).

In the end, we made it. We gathered the rest of the family and came back home. My ankle is only sprained, nothing broken (it has happened to me a lot). The noise I heard must have been the ice braking.

The most annoying thing is not being able to move around the house or getting out of the house. I won’t be able to go grocery shopping or walking the kids to the bus stop (D is taking care of that until I get better). I am missing my aquatic class too ! Aaah, so frustrating !

I’m starting to agree with D that houses with only one single level are great.

2 comentários sobre “Tales of family, ice and winter

    • En effet, c’était une journée qui aurait pû tourner en catastrophe. Ça va un petit peu mieux, oui, merci. Je ne peux pas mettre du poid sur la cheville, donc je marche avec des béquilles, mais au moins je peux poser le pied au sol…

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