It's not over 'til it's over - the day, that is!

Got a call from Debi this eve. She said, "I did a stupid thing."
Thinking it was probably a silly little nothing, I asked "oh? what?"
"Well Johnny and Kahlua (dog)

and Oreo (goat) were out in back and I thought I could walk from the table to the kitchen sink."
I, knowing that she hasn't been able to take any more than a little half step getting from the shower bench to the wheelchair, and that only when holding onto the grab bar, gasped.
"and I fell and twisted my knee."
She has only one workable knee, and that one had serious surgery, a Hauser Re-Alignment, in 1976. Messing it up is not good.
"So we may have to go to the Doctor tomorrow. And could you go to Walgreen's or someplace and get a bedpan for in the night?"
Well, I could and I did. Only had to go to three stores. But success!

I still have last Saturday as a no-go day!!