Tumbling Down Again!

I scrambled to find those two chocolate chips cookies before he did! As I tumbled down the two stairs into the next room, I realized I needed to find them. (Had I invented a new sport?) With our 'wiggler' in the next room we did not need another crisis on our hands. Dark chocolate is harmful and can kill a dog. Delicious to man but not to beast.

I'd fallen hard. Should I worry? I am an old lady but found those cookies, thankfully. I am 8 years older since that last time I fell. In that earlier event, there had been no warning. I had been knocked down by our one-year-old happy boy, our wiggler while he happily trotted with his three other furry family members. I went flying, slipping over ice, hidden beneath a light dusting of snow. What a way to start the day. Those four looked down at me wondering why I was there. Was I playing with them? Three days of babysitting followed. The diagnosis: broken capillaries in a swollen foot.

Had something broken this time or had the tiny blood vessels simply torn en masse, to heal slowly over time. (Breaking bones can be calamitous.) I called our health consultant son to verify the leg protocols for my fall again. Cold pack for 15 minutes then warm, to follow for days. It continued for over 2 weeks. 

It has been nearly 3 weeks since the disaster. Standing and walking is easier than sitting around with my leg reclined. I stretch, bend and move to get the fluids flowing and the muscles, joints moving. Pity is such a nuisance.

Purple is my colour for the time being. More than I expected. Things could be worse. At my advanced age of 'decomp' I simply laugh, comforted by the knowledge that I found those chocolate cookies before he did.

I prefer wearing a dress or nightgown, now, making my heat/cold applications easier to apply. Wearing pants makes things more uncomfortable. I continue with my dogs' daily routine. I fell not them. They cannot do anything for themselves so onwards I go. No joints were harmed just the loose tissue called fat that reside in the thigh of an old woman- that's me! Nothing really hurts just the lump that lingers there.

I continue with hot/cold. Soon I will see our new doctor. The pandemic is loosening its grip. He will begin seeing patients now. I'm glad. Last year when I chopped off the tip of a small finger, I stayed put and stayed home. There was a lockdown and I was afraid to go the hospital, thinking  things could get worse for me. Stopping the flow of blood was uppermost in my mind. Though I found the top to that finger, I reasoned it was too small for re-attachment.Two hours later the red river stopped, comforting our wiggler who watched me throughout this latest ordeal. Had he been at fault? He is always present when one occurs. Probably just coincidence.

I'm not in pain just discomfort. No painkillers required. They mask the injury not heal it, I knew. As time passes I drink warm liquids with freshly made orange juice. Raw honey is added to augment my healing. I eat fresh pineapple whenever I can. Its bromelain enzyme helps to reduce swelling and address pain as do cherries. Fresh fruit and salads help as well. Falls are not to be taken lightly. Neither should chocolate chip cookies.