Anyone that knows me fairly well knows that I’m not always entirely graceful. I like to do things on my own and can be somewhat stubborn when it comes to possibly… over estimating my abilities. : P
One fairly decent afternoon I was doing some work for a family member. I love to do work for this particular family member because she is so amazing and wonderful to me and my kiddos. She also pays me well. : P
This particular day I was moving the contents of her screen house as well as it’s walls and roof etc. to her basement. Her basement is the type that has a bulk head that you step down into from the outside. It is positioned atop a little round hill covered in moss. It’s cute and I love the deep woods feel of this yard.
I’ve already descended the somewhat treacherous stairs with various arm loads of cushions and small pillows a table or two. I keep reminding myself to be careful because no one would hear me for quite a while if I were to fall. Of course I’m imagining that if I did fall it would be down the stairs to the awaiting concrete floor. I should have known better. : P
Of course the next trip down I have two simple metal arm chairs stacked together.. not cushions or throw pillows. I climb the little hill and step up and over the concrete ledge of the entry way and onto the first step of the bulk head stairs. Suddenly something is wrong.. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I’m no longer balanced! I panic slightly as I feel myself falling. Falling out and over the concrete ledge and bulk head and backwards down the little hill…. still possessing the two metal chairs. :/
I’m thinking the whole while.. “Oh crap!!! You’ve done it this time! Oh shit!! Hope I don’t break anything!” I finally stop sliding on the moss on my back and the chairs are ejected from my grasp as my left shoulder is rolled up towards me and part of the chair hurts my bicep, shoulder and breast. Then I hear it “POP”! I don’t know what part of my arm made that horrible sound but at the time I guessed it might be my shoulder dislocating. My head was flooded with the thought.. “Oh crap I’ve broken my arm for sure!”. I manage to continue the momentum I’ve begun and roll to the right and up to my feet. Trying to evaluate the gravity of what’s just happened. Looking down I see blood. The top of my left sneaker and pant leg are covered in bright red blood. I almost don’t want to look under the pant leg to see. When I do I’m relieved that it’s mostly just a large area that looks like road rash. Must have been from the concrete ledge you climb over when entering. It’s missing the top layer of skin and looks awful but I feel like I’ve dodged a bullet with that one. Then I try to move my arm and it does hurt but I don’t think it hurts enough to be broken. I sit on the ledge and start crying. Mostly because I feel like an idiot and I’m angry at myself for allowing it to happen. And then also because it was just a little bit scary. I’m going to be 40 in February and I’m feeling somewhat clumsy and all. In my anger I manage to retain enough energy to bring the rest of the stuff down into the basement. Also to show myself I can. : P
I go into my sisters log cabin and climb her stair case up to her living area where she is working on her computer. She takes one look at me and says “What happened??”. I tell her the story and she helps me clean the ankle and wrap it. Then she sees I’m wearing a bunch of moss on the back of my hoodie and cleans it off. I begin realize she will from now on shadow me in the yard when I do this stuff for her. Only because she will worry for my safety. *sigh*
Days pass and my right breast grows more and more green. “Oh nice” I think.. “alien boob”. My ankle is taking forever to heal and itches like hell and my left arm has something weird about it. It’s not entirely black and blue like you’d think. It just has one small very dark green bruise right in the middle of my bicep. But when I hang my arm loose by my side there’s a weird clicking and it hurts progressively with each day. I’ve not been able to fasten my bra because my range of motion wont let me reach that way. So I have to do it in the front and spin it which I don’t like. I wonder what I’ve done to it? I ponder this and ignore it every day until it starts feeling better. Now I’m starting to think this is all behind me. Yay…
Until this morning when I awoke and my arm hurt so bad it hurt up to my neck and all the way down to my finger tips. And it hurts all day like this with a more acute sort of pain in the middle of my bicep. When I hang it by my side it feels almost as though something disconnects so I keep it hugged around my middle. I still wonder what the heck I’ve done to it. Guess it’s time to go find out. : ) I was hoping to wait until after Christmas as I don’t have good coverage right now and will then but I don’t think it’s gonna let me. I will update this when/if I find out what the problem is. : )
Ok I actually went to the hospital today and found out it is a torn something or other in my shoulder and a small fracture on my clavicle. So I guess I’m very lucky! It could have been so much worse. Though the xray tech sure made it sore. : )
