Today proved to be a slightly unusual day. After coming back from a volleyball game, I noticed Papa’s gardening tools were still outside, not put away. Quite odd for him, but anyhow, I went upstairs.
He was resting on the couch, and Mama told me that he was pruning the tree in front of our house. Per Abbott tradition, he climbed the tree rather than use pole pruners. Well, more specifically, he had one foot on the fence and the other foot on the branch. After many years of successful tree pruning, today happened to be the day that his foot would slip. However, being an “in the moment” person, he kept composure and grabbed branches as he fell, reducing the speed of his fall. Mama happened to be walking home just as this happened, so she carried him to the steps. He was good at first, and then suddenly went unconscious for about a minute. As she called 911, he woke up saying, “I just had the most wonderful dream!”
Besides some vomiting (we figured was because of shock), he seemed quite stable and had full consciousness. To be safe, we dragged the reluctant Father Abbott to the ER.
Well, after lots of waiting and sliding into a giant doughnut (I.e, the CAT scan machine), I’m happy to say that the Grand Abbott is alright! Basically, all he has is a minor concussion, but no internal bleeding and nothing a little whiskey can’t fix.
We came home, all had dinner while watching a little telly, then he went to bed. So, had a very unusual afternooon, but ended like a regular day.
Rest assured, he be performing back flips by tomorrow!
As Grant once told me, “Lucky to have turned near-disaster into lulz.”
Demo gambaru!!