DON'T CRY OVER BROKEN BONES

WHAT'S THAT SAYING? 

"WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS"... "EVERYTHING COMES IN 3's"... "MURPHY'S LAW"...

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So it was about 2 months into the Pop Up shop and things were going well. (At least we thought so). We were having more events and gaining traction and Chris was working on a few more pieces for the shop to "fill it up" as we had some super awesome people come in and ask when we were actually planning on getting more merchandise... yay client feedback. 

It was late Saturday night after an event we had. Chris came at the end to help me clean up as he usually did; emptying the ice buckets, pulling the trash together, giving people nasty looks who were still lingering.

We went home, to sleep and then at 2am I heard a loud crash. Lucy our Pit mix and I jumped out of bed. I searched for Chris who normally gets up in the middle of the night for a scoop of peanut butter and what not. He wasn't in the bedroom or the kitchen or the bathroom. I opened the basement door to see him at the bottom of the stairs. It was the middle of summer and we don't have central air so the window ACs are on and the doors are closed. The basement door is right next to our bedroom door... and you can put the pieces together. 

Face bleeding, holding his left arm I rushed him to the ER at Mountainside. Thankfully it was a quick trip (no school bus traffic at 2am). We got him settled into a room and the doctors came to check him out and set up his Xray and MRI. Turns out he cracked a bone in his face, fractured his wrist and had some nasty cuts & bruises. All that I could handle. What I could NOT handle was all the staff jokingly ask me if I pushed him down the stairs. "Um WHAT?" 

Yes, I had at least 3 medical professionals think they were late night stand up comedians asking me if I pushed my husband down the stairs. Now I don't get worked up about a lot, because WHO CARES. Retail really does kill your spirit due to the insanity of most daily encounters. But this bothered me because:

  1. I was legitimately worried about my husband
  2. Nothing is funny in an ER at 3am.
  3. Would you EVER ask a man that? No, didn't think so. Because that would be considered domestic violence. Double Standards abound everywhere people. 

And again normally I brush the stupid things people say aside, but maybe it was just how bad the jokes were that got to me...

But we handled it the best we could. We tagged his cast with our logo for some extra marketing and padded a few more weeks to any custom orders. Chris adjusted his gym routine and I did more of the heavy lifting at the shop and at home. We also said a special thank you to the Powers that Be that it wasn't his right hand. There is always a silver lining. Things could always be worse... Insert another wise old saying here. 

And in 6 weeks the cast came off and Chris got back to work. Just in time for the end of summer. 

Moral of the story: sometimes bad things happen and mess up your plans, but you just push through. Don't freak out. Don't go all woe is me. Just tell everyone who comes into the shop the story and put a lock on your basement door. 

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