With sunshine and no ice or snow on the ground Sunday afternoon, I decided to take a nice walk in the park. It was a little windy, but the dog and I enjoyed being outdoors. At least until I made the rash decision to walk up the hill for a better view of the mountains. Okay, actually the bad part was when I started down the hill and stepped on a patch of wet grass, resulting in a twisting fall and an ominous popping noise, followed by the realization that I couldn't stand up.
Of course, I'd forgotten my cell phone, so I worked my way down the hill, thinking once I was on flatter ground, I'd be able to stand. Alas, no. I had to call for help. Each time I called, the dog, who's leash I'd dropped in the fall, gave moral support by running back and licking my face before running off to sniff another bush. Where' s Lassie when you need her? Finally, a neighbor heard me over the wind and fetched my husband. Together, they got me to a car so I could go to the emergency room.
Turns out, I broke both bones in my lower leg and tore a ligament. After surgery, I woke up with this on my wrist.
Of course, I'd forgotten my cell phone, so I worked my way down the hill, thinking once I was on flatter ground, I'd be able to stand. Alas, no. I had to call for help. Each time I called, the dog, who's leash I'd dropped in the fall, gave moral support by running back and licking my face before running off to sniff another bush. Where' s Lassie when you need her? Finally, a neighbor heard me over the wind and fetched my husband. Together, they got me to a car so I could go to the emergency room.
Turns out, I broke both bones in my lower leg and tore a ligament. After surgery, I woke up with this on my wrist.
If only someone had put it on me before I took that walk.
But it could be a lot worse. It's been fifty years since I last broke a bone, so one every half century isn't so bad. I had a good surgeon. I have a great excuse to avoid cooking and cleaning over the next few weeks. In the meantime, I'm writing. The words aren't exactly pouring out of me yet, but hopefully as I settle into a routine, they will. At least that's the plan. We'll see.
So sorry to hear :( Hope your recovery goes well, and that you'll get plenty of words on paper through the process.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Slow but steady so far, both the recovery and the writing. Turns out I'm a complete washout on crutches, so anchored to the chair.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear this, Beth! I'm so glad you got help and now are on the mend! I've been meaning to meander over to your blog and I think I'll be adding it to my website now so I don't have to go to the blogger dashboard to find it. Liz
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liz. I'm spending all day sitting in a chair being waited on, and it's not as fun as it sounds. Hope all is going well with you,
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