My daughter Lilly showed up Tuesday night, she and her fellow were trying to escape the heat of Phoenix for a day.
She showed me how to put links on my wordpress site…. then we decided to go for a late night walk in the relative coolness. We were having a great time, walking and talking, away from the guys for a moment for some ‘girl time’.
Then, crossing the street in the dark I didn’t see the curb coming up, and Kablam! I went down!! I caught myself on my hands and knees.
I got up, with difficulty, and checked out the damage. My heel of my left hand had a huge ‘egg’ on it, my right arm had pain shooting up from the wrist to the elbow. My right knee was a tiny bit scraped up…. but starting to swell. Oh, and the ribs under my left breast hurt.
Lilly asked me of I was okay….. and the only thought that came to mind was….. “I’m thirsty!”. Odd.
We walked a short ways to some outside benches in front of a deli so that I could sit down. I was beginning to feel woozy, a little bit in shock. I checked out my knee again, it being my main concern as we had a ways to walk before getting back to the house.
Just then a truck approached us slowly and a man asked if we needed a ride someplace, as it looked like I had hurt my knee. I said “Oh? Did you see me fall?! And he said “No, but I saw you checking out your knee and I figured that you needed help” I felt uneasy. So said, “no, we’re okay” Then he slowly pulled away and backed into an alley and remained in his truck. Creepy. What was more creepy was that Lilly had seen him pulling out from the exact same spot right before he approached us. Why was he there? Surveillance? A ‘good guy” or a “bad guy”?
About this time I decided that if I didn’t have to walk home, I’d rather not. Lilly unfortunately didn’t have her cell phone on her….. but miraculously she did have a quarter in her pocket and there was a pay phone in front of the deli.
She called her guy and asked him to come get us…. that “Mom looks bad!”
We got home. I kept wanting to go into shock for some reason. My knee swelled to three times it’s normal size. My left hand hurt, but the ‘egg’ was going down. But my right arm was what was bothering me. I couldn’t move it past a certain position…. couldn’t straighten my elbow. Everybody looked at it, nobody thought that it was broken, including myself….. just jammed.
Took some ‘rescue remedy’ and arnica….. although both were out of date. Lilly made me wash my knee off. Then found me some frozen peas to put on it (no ice in the house).
I spent the 4th of July on the couch with ice packs.
Now it’s Thursday…. my knee is still swollen a bit. Can’t use my left thumb to grip anything because of the huge bruise on the heel of the hand. My ribs still hurt. AND I still can’t straighten my right arm.
I have a chiropractor appointment this afternoon, it’s the soonest she could see me. Hopefully she can get everything back to where it’s supposed to be! I can’t afford to miss another day of work.
And that’s my “pity party” story…. 🙂 Hopefully there will never be another one to tell!