The day before I was supposed to leave for Canada. I have my boarding passes, covid certificates and all other sundry paperwork. The suitcases are ready.
In recent years, birthdays have always been… difficult so Katy wants to have a good day with me before I leave to celebrate a pre-birthday, in case my real birthday follows the trend.. We go to Lausanne for dinner and a movie, but the heat and humidity are oppressive and it’s getting to us. We decide to go home instead of seeing the movie. Katy just wants to go to bed.
At the station in Morges, we want to take a taxi to go home. While going to the taxi, Katy falls off the curb and hears a crack. She thought she sprained her ankle, but the pain doesn’t go away and she can’t really walk on it. After 4 hours in the ER (so 1h30 am), it’s a fracture and she needs crutches and a giant boot. One year to the day from the date of the operation on her finger.
It’s confirmed, we’re hexed and the universe hates us.
On the plus side, it was much easier than expected to get in touch with Air Canada and rebook my flight. Hopefully she’ll be more mobile by next Sunday. We should know more on Thursday.
