The Christmas Foot

Mom is injured, and I need to share this with all of you. Especially those who read my story from Saturday about her potential pet mouse, which she caught and released a few times, never whether it was the same mouse or not. 

I got over to Mom's on Saturday afternoon. I met Mickey as face to face as I could. Trouble was, Mickey wasn't doing too well. It took longer for Mom to find him in the trap. She was afraid he was in shock from being caught for too long. Her original intention was to color the mouse's hair to see if he it was the same mouse coming back, but she was too afraid it would make things worse.

I wanted to document her latest attempt to drop her off. I filmed as much as I could until she cut through the woods to get to a lot where the local Department of Public Works parked their vehicles. She slipped and fell on some rocks going down a small hill. 

I went back Sunday to photograph the area where she fell. There were so many rocks, it's a wonder she didn't damage her knee. Instead, she blamed her injured left foot on going out into the woods wearing flimsy sandals. "I never go out without a good walking shoe. I only wear these to check the mail!"

And amidst this scary fall, Mickey was dropped.

I couldn't waste time on the mouse. I had to get my Mom to a walk-in clinic near her house. The pipe she was going to bring him to was flooded from the rain. I quickly went to the side of one of the DPW garages and put the mouse down with bedding and some food, including a partially eaten cob of dried corn. Mickey wasn't moving much when I left.

The damage was surprising. Mom's x-ray revealed three broken bones near the toes, possibly a fourth. She is setting up an appointment with a recommended foot specialist today while keeping off that foot entirely. Thankfully, she's got a legion of family watching her back.

And that's it for the story of Mickey for the foreseeable future. Only now the story is going to bee retiled The Christmas Foot, or The Christmas Boot. Maybe with a sequel called The Christmas Knee Scooter.

I did go back to the place where I dropped off Mickey. I found the bedding along with the cob, which was almost completely eaten.

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Maybe I know more than what I'm showing you. Maybe I don't. For now, I'll let you fill in the blanks. You can tell me how you think the story of Mickey ends.