Tis the Season

Last night my husband and I decided to walk home from a dinner with my mom. At one point, my husband was venting with vehemence about something so much that I thought he deserved for me to look at him and not where I was going and WHAM. I stepped on an uneven bit of the sidewalk, my ankle gave out, and I landed hard on my knee and the cement. He had really wanted to stop for frozen yogurt before I tripped and I had said that was fine with me. After my tumble, he wanted to head straight home, but I thought it might be less likely to stiffen up if we walked a bit. So we went ahead and slowly, watching where we were going, walked to the shop. He picked out his flavors and we walked slowly and carefully home.

I got home and discovered that my knee was all scraped up like a little kid's. I took a picture and posted it to Facebook and got some lovely comments about how it is good I didn't break a hip. ;) I love my friends.

Then this morning he called me as he was getting on his last bus to work (he takes one and transfers to another) to say that he had taken both sets of keys with him to work. Both (and only) sets of house keys. Both (and only) sets of car keys. Fantastic. My husband is more than an hour and two buses away from home with both sets of keys and I am home with a knee that is scraped up and now totally swollen.

I get up and weigh in - biting my tongue, hoping that my swollen knee hasn't ruined my progress. Whew. down another half a pound. And get on the computer to map out my new commute plans. 

My husband calls. One of our dear friends has seen his, "Can you believe what I did?" post on Facebook and has offered to get the keys from him and bring them to me. And, because she has seen my post about my knee, she's gonna bring them right to my door. 

Supporting one another, in whatever form it takes, is what we are here for. 

So, I am thankful for the fact that I have lost enough weight that my pants are loose and won't irritate my knee. I am thankful that I can walk with my husband into a trigger shop and not be tempted even after an emotional dinner AND a physical accident. And that it didn't even occur to me to be tempted because it isn't on plan. I am thankful that I have friends who can help us when we need it and laugh with us when things go weirdly wrong.