My first thought after I awakened this morning was the expression, "What goes up must come down." After giving it more thought, "a bull in a China closet " may be a better descriptor to express the circumstances in which I find myself. Initially after I fell day-before-yesterday, I had difficulty standing on my own two feet. I guess a misstep could orchestrate that kind of difficulty.
I was headed upstairs when the General called to me out of her office. I immediately did an about face and headed back down the stairs. My memory is a little foggy in knowing what happened next, but I think I may have missed a step on the stairs and made an abrupt landing on the hallway floor.
It seems as though it all happened in slow motion, but the sequence in which my body told me ouch, ouch, ouch doesn't come to mind sequentially in a way that makes sense. To the General's credit she was more concerned about my well-being than she was about the hole in the sheetrock. If you want to know how big my head is, the picture of the wall near the entrance to the General's office is a fair representation.
As I attempted to get up from the floor, I had an immediate flashback to falling on a ski slope in Vail, CO several years ago. As it turned out, I subsequently found myself walking in a orthopedic boot for about six weeks. Interestingly, when we moved, I discarded the boot. It had been in the top of my closet for several years. It never occurred to me that I might need it again. For that matter, I'm still resistive to that notion.
By yesterday afternoon it occurred to me that it might be to my advantage to go to the doctor and have him assess the damage. At the time, I made the phone call my lower right leg and foot were sending disturbing messages to my brain. It was nothing that a couple or three over-the-counter pain killers couldn't mask, but that isn't a good game plan going forwartd.
This morning as I lay in bed, the unfavorable messages being sent to my brain generated from my left leg, foot and hip. Okay, that falls into the category of information overload. So, which is it? Left or right? If I tell the doctor everything that hurts, it could make me a candidate for a mental health assessment.
The truth of the matter is that I realize that it could be so much worse. I figure the doctor my sum it up the way my mother often did. I am hard headed.
All My Best!
Don
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