The weekend started as any other.
On Friday I woke up early and went to Last Chance Ranch where I volunteer. I came home later that day and walked my dogs with my mom. Unfortunately, somewhere along our adventures she lost her phone.
Saturday morning we woke up early and returned to the park where we walk out dogs in order to search for the phone. My mom was throwing a ball for our 65lb pit bull lab mix, Gomez. He is a clumsy one-year-old dog that is full of energy and obsessed with his ball. I was walking my dog, Koda, an 8yr old pit bull hound mix and my brother’s dog was also with us, Sadie, a small 40lb pit bull mix. Nothing out of the ordinary for us. It was an enjoyable search until the unexpected occurred.
Out of the corner of my eye, my mom goes flying forward, face-first into the hard ground. She had tripped over Gomez. The ball went flying into the air. She began to scream in agony, “I broke my wrists!” Gomez went running for his ball. Sadie ran away from the screaming, she hates loud noises. And Koda, our kind old man, stayed by my mom’s side to comfort her. I scrambled to try and help her up and gather our things and the dogs. I called my dad who was at home only a few minutes away. He drove to the park to pick up my mom and take her to the hospital. I walked the dogs to our car and took all three of them home.
It turns out my mom did brake both of her wrists. She needed surgery and was in the hospital for about a week. She is going to be out of work for about a month and it will take her a long time before she is able to fully use both of her wrists again. An uneventful day quickly turned into a dramatic, painful and chaotic week.
Luckily everything will be okay in the end. It wasn’t the end of the world. No one died. But it just proves you should always expect and prepare for the unexpected.
We never did find her cell phone, but Gomez did find his ball.