What a time we've had. Tuesday was Lou Ann's "volunteer day." She went out with the Park Service before dawn to help monitor turtle crawls on the beach. There were two false crawls, but no nests or eggs. In the afternoon she opened the lighthouse so visitors could step inside and hear stories about the structure, the keepers, their families, and the island. After supper she walked to the Fire Hall to help out at Bingo.
On the way home, about 10 pm, she tripped going up the steps at the schoolhouse. Gail, our health provider at the clinic, knew right away that Lou Ann had broken one or more bones. So, after immobilizing her wrist and arm (and an injection of heavy-duty pain medication), we headed for the ferry. The ferry personnel were waiting for us, and we left on the midnight boat. It was nearly 2 a.m. when we arrived at the hospital in Nags Head. The doctor and staff there were wonderful. (Lou Ann told them we were there because we were having a baby! I guess the pain meds were giving her an extra dose of humor.)
After more drugs and x-rays Dr. Nicole (I never heard her last name) set the bones (Lou Ann had broken her radius and ulna, near the wrist), and put on a splint (it seems more like a cast to me). After this ordeal the x-rays looked great.
We left the hospital about 6:30 in the morning, and arrived back home about 10.
By evening Lou Ann was ready to sell tickets and perform at the Wednesday night Opry! (If you see her out and about, please remind her to take her pain meds!)
Late yesterday afternoon (when we were trying to get some needed rest) I learned that a hacker had replaced our Village Craftsmen home page with a Turkish political rant. I couldn't deal with it then, but I came over to the office early this morning and got our web site back up and running as it's intended. I changed passwords and added some extra security, so I'm hoping it won't happen again.
Anyway...I hope our readers will understand why I didn't post anything on our journal yesterday, or earlier today!
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the second half of my father's short journal. I call it Remembering Growing up on Ocracoke. You can read it here.