Update on the Sicky

Guess Who spent most of the day sitting in a real chair?

Oh yeah! In spite of the pain, Adam "manned it up," as they say, and got into a chair with his leg elevated. Sitting in a chair felt nice, he said. He and I both are feeling encouraged about his coming home, and our ability to get him around. He's not there yet, but he can see how it's possible, at least.

His surgery is scheduled for 7:30 AM tomorrow - yay! They will be pinning the bone fragments back together. Apparently there's one significant fracture, a large one, and then the top of the tibia is just "corn flakes," as the P.A. called it -- shatterings of bone.

She was very helpful and offered to show us the x-rays of the leg from the first day.
This is the view from the front. It means little to me. The large fracture is a diagonal one, but you can't see it here really. The bandages are showing too, which doesn't help, but the fine gray shadows meant a lot to her trained eye.

In this one, you can see the displaced knee cap which sprang upward when the tendon was severed. It's shaped a bit like a marshmallow on the front of the upper knee, and should be lower. The tendon has already been sewn back together, so I suppose that will fix the cap back into place.  Again, some of the "lacy" looking stuff in the x-ray is dressing on the wound.

I've spent some time in the hospital cafeteria. It's boring there, alone, so one tends to read the cards placed on the tables for bored eaters to read. This one caught my eye and caused my English Teacher Heart to shiver.

Doesn't anybody with an education edit these things before they're printed? I mean ... really!
In a twist of irony, this weekend in Oriental is the annual CycleNC bike ride (not a race) in the county. 1100 bicyclist from all over arrive here to ride our backroads unmolested by logging trucks. Hopefully.

Speaking of wheels, here's a darling ride that came pedaling to the farmers market this morning. What leisure!

Yes, I did. I did go to the market and sell my wares. I needed a few hours of something that felt normal, with friends.
Our friend Skip drove by in his dune buggy contraption.

Skip is a true craftsman, a woodworker who made the large wooden features on the L.L. Bean flagship store in Freeport, Maine. If you've been there and seen the front doors, the stairwell in the middle, and other parts of the store like that, you know what I mean.

This fellow often noises his way around the village in this red flare of impressiveness:

And, inexplicably, we had one of these in town today too.

We regularly have tandem bikes; they're nothing to bat an eye at. But today we had a bike with three seats -- a daddy, a mommy, and a little boy. It was adorable.
I'll update you tomorrow on how surgery went. Prayers are appreciated. Tonight I sat by Adam's bed with my hand on his knee (gingerly) and prayed many things silently about it, but ended with the request that God use Adam's knee and its brokenness for His kingdom and His work. That was a satisfying prayer. I know it is His will too.