Was the universe mad at me for the amount of lecturing I gave my mother about falling?
Maybe.
This morning I woke up on the early side of things. C and her other house guest B and the painter were all downstairs. I could hear talking, the dogs were barking a little. Nothing disruptive. It was actually very nice to just be in bed listening to the life of camp. But I had to pee.
I got up, went to the bathroom, picked up the laptop and phone and started down the stairs.
C's cabin has some steps that go down, a little landing, a couple more steps, another landing, and then 7 steps down to the main floor. There is a big window at the turn and I was taken by how beautiful the sunlight was through the trees.
And I missed the step going from landing 1 to landing 2. Completely missed it. Hence, here comes the fall.
I think I hit the wall, but somehow pivoted 90 degrees so my back was facing the stairs going down. I then started the down descent. Flat on my back, head first, facing the ceiling. I can clearly see the ceiling in my memory.
Though I probably could have grabbed a baluster on the staircase railing, I didn't. I was holding the laptop to my chest, protecting it from getting wrecked. By the time I realized I should be trying to stop myself, I was already downstairs, at the foot of the stairs, on my back.
C and B both were at me in a second telling me not to move, and then to move things slowly. Both arms, both legs, lift my head, okay. Nothing broken nothing bleeding. I laid there for a while, kind of stunned and not sure of what the hell just happened. They got me a pillow. C made me coffee (priorities!) Hoover dog (the English Bulldog) came and sat on me. Ginny the Frenchie came to sniff my eyeballs and brought me a toy.
I slowly got up, my right knee was uncooperative for a while, unwilling to support my weight, so I sat on the bottom step and waited for it to be willing. I could feel where all the bruises were going to be: back of my right arm and hand, both knees, right shoulder, my right foot, my entire back and butt. My last two toes hurt the most. Don't toes always hurt the most?
Shaken up a bit I got to the couch. Ice packs pulled out of the freezer, wrapped in towels, pressed against important spots. C got some first aid stuff out, and covered up my skinned knee with neosporin and placed bandages over the spots where I dragged the knee across the wall.
Well cared for, coffee in hand, making jokes, the way we do.
Not the way I thought I'd start the day. I knew C was off to work, B had a doctor's appointment, it was early enough that I thought I'd walk to the mailbox and back and knock the exercise out of the park before it got too hot. Nope.
I was actually disappointed C did not take a picture of me on the floor, with the two dogs basically all over me but she was somewhat traumatized by what just happened. So she got a shot of me on the couch after she doctored me up.
I want everyone to know that I kept that laptop perfectly safe. Priorities!
Resuming normalcy, I did work, and enjoyed the interior of the house. Porch life wasn't happening because it was already so hot. B's three schnauzers came to sit in the living room with me, very sweet.
Jess and I were going to meet for lunch but C had the car key in her purse. Oops. Instead, Jess came here and chilled with me for an hour. I miss them already.
C got me to the airport early, forever thankful for the ride. Because I hurt so much, and my fitbit was just about dead, I had no desire to walk laps in the airport. So I had some late-ish lunch at the Sam Adams bar, a quesadilla and a couple beers hit the spot and headed to my gate. Uneventful half empty flight, such a relief.
Doug was stuck in traffic but eventually made it to me and picked me up. We went to dinner and talked about how poorly behaved my mom was and how extra his Aunt is being, he had to have a severe come to Jesus lecture with her while we sat in the parking lot before we came home.
Essentially she is not listening to him. What else is new. And he kind of laid down the law with her very bluntly and clearly about some of the nonsense she's pulling. She's supposed to be putting her name on a list for the senior housing but she's hired a realtor to help her find a house out in western Virginia (oh no. please no).
Happy to get home, and my dog lost her mind when she saw me. I'm so sore, hoping for a good night's sleep. I have one tramadol from a medical procedure a few years ago which may still be good and I will probably take it. See how I feel tomorrow and if I need to go to the doctor. Ugh.
Pictures from the airport, and digits below.
digits
exercise: 11/12 hours. No walk today, Fitbit died around 8pm, so missed the last hour of the day. 6k steps by bedtime.
blood glucose:
7:45am: 106
n/a pm: on the plane
10pm: 208 (retesting since met+glip at the same time)
food & meds:
7:45am: phentermine+jardiance
1:30pm: peanut butter & crackers
3:30pm: met+glip; chicken quesadilla, guacamole, 2 beers
8pm: cheeseburger, a couple fries, 1 beer
10pm: met+glip
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