Yes, lucky it was near the end, it would have been disatrous if it had happened early in this trip and S13 couldn't have snorkeled! On the same day he broke his ankle, I missed a stair at the Hotel California in Todos Santos and wrecked my foot - xrays don't show a fracture, but my whole foot swelled up and I suspect there is a microscopic "stress fracture" of the big toe from the way it feels and is healing. Still, no biggie - at least it's my left foot, and the car I am driving to take S18 to college is an automatic.
H was in pretty good humor on this trip (much to my relief - he hasn't done long car trips very well in the past). One small moment, though, stands out in my mind. We had just left our motel, on our second-to-last day on the road, and were going to the gas station in Loreto to tank up. We were on schedule, had no commitments or particular urgency, plenty of time to get to our next destination by dark, etc. We pull into the station and H says (vehemently) "Sh_t!" - in such a tone of voice that I immediately think something is wrong with the truck, or he just realized he left his wallet in la Paz, or some other catastrophe has befallen us. I asked him what was wrong - and he says it's because there are two cars in front of him at the pumps! (Not a line, mind you, just the two pumps are occupied and we might have to wait a minute for one to open up). Then I did something out of character - I said "You said Sh_t for THAT?" - and H got mad at me for criticizing him.
Now mind you - my H is not normally an abrasive, cussing kind of guy. To me, this stood out just as a measure of the effects of depression. Here we were, having an excellent vacation (one he says is one of the best we've ever taken), no rush or pressures, in fact he's loving it because the pace there is so slow and leisurely and everyone is so friendly and happy - but waiting 30 seconds at the gas pump (actually, just the prospect of that remote possibility) sends him into a flurry of anger. It must really be awful to live through that - and although my H is doing great 95% of the time now, those little glimpses kind of keep me walking on eggshells too - so I sympathize with those of you who are living with more seriously depressed spouses. This just reminded me of what it used to be like living with H before he got treatment.
Well - off to start packing up S18's things for college. Anybody know a really good brand of booklight? All the ones I've tried cast a really poor or uneven light.
