Including the blackness spreading over my left hand.
It was a Ness vs public sidewalk in front of the library.
Enough to send 2 onlookers into near apoplexy wanting to call an ambulance.
I only wish it had been filmed so I could have seen it.
In slow motion my mind was going, "Oh no, this can't be happening. I'm going to break something and I have the only operable car with me."
From what I remember, it was an up in the air forward free fall landing on my bent up wrists and sliding for what seemed like forever before completing the belly flop.
But the phone, library book previously being held, purse and glasses survived the trip.
I went into the library after assuring people I did not need an ambulance and thanked them for their concern.
I sat down and within the hour I knew I was in deep doo-doo.
Drove home one armed(not good but necessary and I took back streets)
and Nurse Kelli assessed the growing hematoma and swelling at the base of my left wrist and said she didn't think it was broken and that was good enough to give me a Skip Out of ER Card as far as I was concerned.
Roger doctored all my scrapes on knees, palms and arms and set me up with an ice bag for my left wrist/hand while Kelli got antiinflammatories and pain meds and Mommy's Major Helper(aka Clonazepam or is it Clonidine?) After another hour I had a quarter sized bruise in the palm of my hand. Never saw a bruise in the palm of my hand and it was fascinating.
Good thing I've always loved rainbows because my hand is on its way to an Oscar for best rainbowed hand in a 56 year old female.
And still I worked.
One right hand and 4 tips of fingers on the left hand those medical dictations were dealt with.
Protestant work ethic lives on!
Today is Day 2 which is the prophetic day when all pain from an injury/fall wakes up to be counted and this is an exceptional Day 2 in every way. The recliner and Colin will be caring for me until time to type the transcriptions at 4 p.m.
On another note which I don't have time to fully get into I am probably going to 86 Facebook or pare it down a great deal. I use it to keep up with my dear friends(you know who you are) and my soldier. But when something ceases to be fun and causes you more grief than joy, then it's time to reevaluate. Next month is my yearly Reality Month to see what cancer holds in its evil hands and I usually do a lot of soul searching and mental housekeeping/evaluation. Life is too, too short to be miserable or let others make you miserable. I try to take care of friends and family but when it's one sided then it's time to reevaluate. If one allows one's self to be a doormat or have your buttons pushed, it is no one's fault but your own if you don't do something about it.
Continue to BELIEVE.
Even if you have to fake it to make it which is how I'm currently rolling.
I can't fix what needs fixing and it destroys me.
But I have to BELIEVE and so do you that someday ...