I hope you feel better soon. I'm sorry you got hurt enough to miss Easter services, but glad that it wasn't worse. My mother fell on ice last month and broke her wrist, causing much drama.
Your mother had, and probably is still having, a far worse time than I had.
And once more I hit Post Comment faster than my brain was going. I meant to say, I hope your mother's feeling better. The day is trending upward, and I should be much more mobile tomorrow or the next day.
I'm sorry. I'm glad it wasn't more serious. Get well soon.
I'm working on that getting well soon thing. Naps interspersed with intentional moving around and stretching and so on.
<sends virtual arnica>
I hope you feel better soon!
Virtual arnica seems to work well, but then my bruises usually do go away fairly quickly. At the moment I have an amusing pattern on my hand, as the blue drains away and the pink returns...and my inner wrist has an enlarging lavender/plum pattern where the blue is draining away *to*.
I hope you are soon on the mend, Elizabeth. Falling over is horrible.
Thank you, Liz. It was infuriating. Every once in a while--every few years--I manage a dramatic *splat* and the rest of the time I'm as sure-footed as a hill-raised pony. I have caught my foot in a root, or a strand of barb wire I didn't notice, and it's always a surprise and a shock. It's clearly a matter of what my mother the engineer defined as "not paying attention" in her attempt to make a scatterbrained writer-minded daughter be more practical.
I am on the mend, it's just not a push-button "OK, that's over" as it was when I was a kid. There's more of me to hurt.
I'm so sorry. Sending you healing thoughts in hopes you feel better soon.
Today is trending better, and I'm grateful for that.
Be sure to get lots of rest. I'm glad nothing broke. You're not that old, after all. Somehow I don't ever see you as being the lady from the medical alert commercials. You'd probably be more like, "I've fallen and I WILL get up!"
A funny story about the Medic Alert ads. I had a great-aunt who, well up in her nineties, broke her hip when home alone (her boarder was at work.) The only phone was up on the wall in her old house, so she dragged herself into the living room, and up onto the couch, capturing a book off the coffee table on the way, and when her boarder came home she was found reading away. Our branches of the family had not been close, but I had met her when she was in her 80s, still a bit miffed that her family (on the ranch) had insisted that she should live in town, and, eventually, not alone but have someone in the house with her.
I would like to be like her in that. Ideally, I will someday lean over to photograph a bluebonnet patch, or a butterfly, or a dragonfly, or something--and like the One Hoss Shay, go all at once. Preferably leaving only a puff of dust, though that's not really possible.
The immediate thoughts were "Damn, that REALLY hurts," followed by "And it was really stupid," and "It's not so bad I can't get to church and sing, but I'll need help to get up--where IS the cellphone, anyway?" (It was "over there" having fallen out of my purse, but I was able to snag it and call R-, who was inside.)
The useful thing about the years in EMS is that a quick head-to-toe self-assessment comes naturally. ABCs, OK. C-spine, check. Spinal cord's connection downstream, check. Fingers and toes all wiggling. External bleeding, none. Bones broken, none. No contact of head with anything hard, good. Self-check on LOC--no loss of consciousness, no confusion, and (pertinent to the day) could run through the pieces of music in my head.
From one (very careful) septuagenarian to another; so sorry you fell and had to miss the Resurrection night service. As Sr. Catherine
@digitalnun said on Saturday, sometimes we have to wait longer than we like to receive the Lord.
One of the things I've learned since I turned 70 almost 2 years ago, is we need to teach ourselves how to move. It isn't necessarily that we need to to move more slowly, but that we need to develop more mindfulness, to train ourselves to think about what we are doing even as we do it. You will recover, probably not as soon as you would like, but aging is a permanent condition of our existence and we must accommodate ourselves to its demands.
xristos anesti; alithos anesti!
So true. I can't "scuttle" well anymore, though I can walk over rough ground easily and strongly when I'm alert and not pre-occupied with something else and thus careless. It is what it is.
I'll join my voice to the chorus wishing you a quick and complete recovery. And yeah, I never trip when I'm paying attention (well, the one time when the front step had an invisible coating of ice on it.. ) I trip and fall when I've got my hands full and I'm not watching where I'm going.
Please take care of yourself and happy easter.
My sympathies & I hope you feel better soon. I can empathise rather easily at the moment as I'm writing this from a hospital bed where I've been for the past nine weeks after a spiral fracture of the fibula. In my case I fell over the cat while getting up from the lounge & would have been ok except that my leg became twisted up in the lounge as I went down. Of course it wasn't helped by my assuming that it was just a bad sprain & walking on it all day in increasing pain. The A&E doctor was *not* impressed. :-)
Anyway, take it easy and be gentle with yourself for a few days. Best wishes.
Glad you weren't hurt worse. My 64-year-old sister fell a few weeks ago and fractured both wrists. Of course, that was on an icy sidewalk but still... falling can be bad.
Hope you heal quickly and there's no lasting damage.
Oops, hit the wrong reply button. That was meant to go under the general replies.
Your injuries were much worse. Hope you're feeling better soon and have a full recovery.
2015-04-06 03:47 pm (UTC)
falling down the church year
What is it with choristers and falling during busy liturgical times? I fell down the stairs (well, the last two steps) to the choir loft on Ash Wednesday two years ago (no injuries, more of a slow collapse than a fall). Here you go on Good Friday and then on Holy Saturday I fell down at the car wash/gas place coming out of the store. Big painful scrape (it was warm, I was wearing shorts), no bruises but major soreness the next day. When going down from the loft for communion at the Vigil service Saturday evening, I was up to the rail before thinking "No way I can kneel on that knee where the skin is missing!" so there was a row of kneeling choristers with one fat guy standing up.
I'm seven or eight years younger than you, but I see that I need to start modifying my degree of mindfulness when moving NOW instead of later. It's just luck that nothing has busted so far, given my height and weight (it's a long way to fall, and a lot of mass/inertia going on).
Hope you are feeling better!
(Livejournal doesn't usually recognize me so I'm trying Twitter this time--it's Chuck/Victorian Barbarian if that doesn't work. With my luck this will either not post or post twice.)
2015-04-06 04:12 pm (UTC)
Re: falling down the church year
Choristers are BUSY at busy liturgical times...we have more rehearsals, more services to sing, additional music...so we are trying to pack more into each hour, meanwhile trying to think the music (at least I do), remember the dates and times for everything, remember to bring (robe, folder, whatever else), reminding ourselves of that bit in measure 51 where the director changed the markings and we're now NOT supposed to breathe, any new directions on where to stand, when to sit, often being placed next to someone new because additional singers were brought in...on top of life-beyond-church, which doesn't stop either. I think we get overtired and distracted, with the mind having half its wheels on Track A and the other half the wheels on Track B with a junction coming up. The perfect setup for accidents.
Yeah, it's wise to start reconsidering risk as age increases. Some years back I was visiting a university and the person who'd invited me took me out to see some local natural beauty one day--it was lovely; we went to a state park and went hiking in a forest that reminded me of Lothlorien--golden leaves sifting down, the ground carpeted with gold and orange, and elves would have enjoyed it. Well, we ambled along the trail which then dipped into a ravine, steep-sided. In my youth (even without a stick) it would've been an easy jaunt down into it, to the little stream there, across and up the other side. I looked at it, considered my shoes & clothes, and my companion's shoes & clothes, (we were in slacks and flats, of course, but they weren't Vibram-soled hiking shoes--and no six foot bamboo pole either. It looked steep, with two possibly slippery places. We turned around.
My friend Ellen and I claim that the coefficient of gravity increases with age, so that it holds you do the ground once you fall much more firmly than it did when you were 20. It's not JUST weight, though the weight is certainly a factor; I know the equations.
Your post came through perfectly, by the way.
Oh, what a very nasty thing to happen! DOMS - Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness - is the absolute pits. I do hope that rest and ibuprofen have done their thing and that you're feeling a lot better today.
Ouch - hope you are feeling better soon. Glad nothing broken. Hoping for some nice spring weather for you to recuperate. Those bluebonnets look gorgeous - just planted a couple of hybrid lupins in our front garden but not much beats large areas of wild flowers
I'll wave as we fly over next week (must go somewhere near you on the way... UK to DFW and on to San Antonio.