I wonder what the falling injury statistics are for people who have MS. Staggering, I’m sure.
Pardon the play on words, but I’m a tad sarcky today. I had a nasty fall and sprained my left ankle this morning while dropping the boys off at daycare. Fortunately, nothing beyond my ego and now-football-sized ankle were hurt. I’ve been hobbling, leaning, wincing through the day ever since. A cane, preferably blue with sparkles, would actually be quite lovely to use today. Just so that I could hobble a little more gracefully, rather than groping everything I walk past (don’t stand too close anyone – you may be groped as I walk by – ha!)
Gosh, after my ankle had wrenched sideways beneath me, I was in so much pain that couldn’t stand up. There I knelt at the top of Liz’s driveway holding the landscape ties and letting my head fall into the carnations and columbines. To a passerby, it would have appeared that I was whispering sweet nothings to the garden fairies, but alas, not so much.
“Daniel… Daniel… DANIEL!!!!”
Eventually Daniel realized I was calling him and sauntered over to see me, wondering why I was kneeling at the end of the driveway. “Take Andy down to the gate and go inside.”
“But Mom… let me help.” He was trying, bless his heart, to help me to my feet. But what I needed at that precise moment was to have his little brother taken safely away from the street and ensconced in the house. After having repeated myself about ten times, he understood and took Andy by the hand. Just as I managed to get to my feet and the boys were making their way down the driveway, Liz’s daughter arrived to drop off her son. I was in so much pain, I’m sure I wasn’t coherent, or particularly enthusiastically cheerful for that matter. She was so fast that she walked past me in the driveway, dropped her son off in the house, had a brief discussion with Liz, walked back past me up the driveway and had pulled away before I had managed to make my way to the gate. Ugh.
Once I had finally made my way inside, the tears began to fall and I felt nauseous, dizzy and my eyes darkened. I felt as though I were about to faint. Luckily I was leaning against a wall when my eyes began to darken. Liz had me sit in her kitchen with an ice pack on my ankle and to have a cup of tea while I waited for my strength to return. God bless her heart.
On the upside (if there is one) I had sprained my left ankle, so I didn’t need it to drive. Yay! I must say that my boss, Doug, was so kind and thoughtful. He came into my office and made sure that I had a few ice packs to put on my ankle and actually helped me tie one on using some green flagging tape. My favourite colour!
So, there’s my day so far. I hope I can make it through the rest of the day without falling down again. I should start a lottery: which body part will I injure next? Winner gets a Tim Horton’s gift card. I’ve only used $5 from it, there should be about $20 left. <laughing>