Jim had gone out to check the garden. He goes on the riding mower. As long as I can hear it, I know all is well. It hit me....no sound, so I went out the front door, looked right and left, and then to the driveway, and saw what I didn't want to see. Jim was laying face down out by the garden. Second time this week. I ran out to him, saw that he was alive, PTL, so I ran back to the house to call for help. The EMT's arrived, got him in the house, bandaged all the places on his arms and legs. We both needed to sit and catch our breath, and that is when I realized I had broken blood vessels in my right hand.
Jim didn't want pictures of his injuries, but both legs, and both arms had torn skin, and was bleeding through the bandages I had put on, plus he had new places. I guess in the process of trying to get him up, I bumped my hand on some part of the mower. After we got settled down, I put an ice pack on it, and the swelling went down, but the bruising will take a day or two.
We are not going to church this morning.
Cat picture for today---------