So when you're out in the woods beyond corn fields in the middle of rural Missouri – there is really no sense in putting on your cute platform shoes for the whole 34-person family reunion picture – especially when ultimately, they won't even show. But it was my summer vacation. I threw caution to the wind and did it anyway.
Running back to the cabin to make sure nothing on the stove was burning, it happened. It's almost like slow-motion. I felt a twig begin to roll under my extremely cute shoe. Once the motion begins – there is no turning back.
The twig under my left foot rolled the full length from front to back and I knew I was going to flip backwards. But something in the human body screams, "NO! You must not go backwards and crack your head open." So I landed forwards on my hands and knees. I have no idea how. I only know that perhaps cracking my head open and going permently goofy may have been less painful.
By the time I came to a very abrupt stop, I had sprained my right ankle, fractured my left knee and gotten whiplash (my head heavier than I ever imagined). For one month now, I have had to elevate, compress, ice, heat, wrap, rest, and repeat as needed. I even had to spend 4 hours in the emergency room back home 2 1/2 weeks after the fall because of the blasted swelling (have you ever seen a foot as big as a watermelon?) and my appendages turning black (nothing serious, folks – just internal bleeding settling).
Dave quipped, "Well, this will be the first of many falls to come, I'm sure," referring, I believe, to 'old-age' falls. If I could catch him, I'd smack him.
So, for the past month you could usually find me with my head in an over-the-door traction contraption, popping ibuprofen like its going out of style and loving Vicadin like a good friend. But, I bet no one else got to come home from their vacation this year and spend day after day with their feet up, taking it easy!?
Watch your path for twigs, beware of platforms…Blessings, Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: All is vanity
Ouch ouch ouch! I had no idea you were in that kind of pain! *BIG HUG*
Hey we have even more in common than I thought. I to have broken my left knee, the tibula spine to be exact. I also have a heavy head . I think yours is heavy from all the knowlege crammed in there( shameless sucking up for doing the cake). As for mine, I hear solid bone is pretty heavy. I don't know I can't read a scale.
Yes, around our house is frequently heard the phrase: "Pull on my neck" which is better I suppose than: "Pull my finger". I did find the ultra sound fascinating though, even if I could have done the same thing with my laptop and scanner, for cheaper. (I haven't gotten the bill yet). So, our trip to Missouri turned out to be just that, a trip into Misery. Escaping with only two broken bones, Jeanie and Guini. Is that normal for a family vacation? Couple with that, monsoon rains, grasshoppers as big as mice and humidity that rivals the bottom of the ocean. All in all, a good time was had by all…
But I bet you looked great in those shoes! Even if your foot WAS as big as a watermelon. I'm so sorry to hear that you've been in pain, though. My sweet hubby is also a friend of Vicodin, although his version was Vicuprofen. If you run out, you know who to call. :)