We cruised into beautiful Gorge Harbor, tied up, and I went to pay for the moorage. On my way back a man waved me to hurry up. There was Becky, holding her hand up with her finger at an odd angle. We hauled out the first aid kit and splinted her finger. As we were splinting it, the knuckle “popped” back into place. There were cuts and abrasions that needed attention on both her hand and knee. Now she is resting comfortably in an easy chair with Laurie and I treat her like a princess. (As we should commented Becky royally)
She had been getting off the boat to hook up the electricity when she stumbled. To keep from falling head first she leaped onto the dock, took a couple of wobbly steps and crashed onto the dock. Her hand and knee took the brunt of the fall.
Now, with a load of ibuprofen aboard she is feeling better and wondering if a glass of wine might accelerate the healing process. She didn’t appreciate it when I told her “maybe not.”