I went out for a walk in suddenly balmy weather and fell on a patch of ice today while listening to a Dean Koontz audiobook. Sheer terror. I put down one foot, felt it start to go, tried to get my other foot under me, but it was water over melting ice. Both feet went out in a classic Home Alone move; I landed on my coccyx and pelvis and rump. First thought: why arent people rushing to help me? Cant they see Im hurt? Waaah! Second thought: I hope I didnt @#$% myself. I roll up on my knees and scoot back to the non-ice area, then slowly get to my feet. A couple of feet away is a chain-link fence; I hang onto it and put my head on the top rail while I try to get my brain together. No stabbing pains, just stiffness and terror. I walk home slowly, shuffling into peoples yards without regard for property lines, get home and sit down to make sure Im still functioning. Walking has helped. I call Lee and leave a message. I fold a load of laundry, because it means walking around and shifting my weight. I take some Tylenol and lie down for a while with an ice pack braced against my butt. I try to look up what to do about bruising a tailbone and the first site throws up all kinds of popups that wont go away on my tablet and I burst into tears. I have used up all my filters. I am greatly annoyed that I *wont* get to see the Hobbit today with Lee and Ray, and when Lee asks me if I want anything I tell him I want a stupid rich dessert to make me feel better, because I have the emotional sophistication of a two-year-old. He brings home cheesecake and baklava and feeds me in the bathtub, because the ice pack now hurts more than it helps, and he is so very good to me. I appear to be bruised rather than broken, although if the situation changes I shall go to a doc. I did not, thankfully, leave myself a present in my pants. This *would* be the day where I decided I didnt really need a bra, not if I kept my coat zipped up.
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 03:01:54 +0000