I knew it was bound to happen. Falling, that is. I’m just about the right age. Hubby and I went shopping the other day. Hubby likes to park in out-of-the-way spaces because he doesn’t want any door nicks. So, he parked in this site along an edge that if you didn’t watch your step, you’ll fall over the cliff in to a gully. I over compensated and rather than fall off the cliff, my legs got tied up along the curb edge and the car wheels and I went tumbling down. Hard.
Since my husband was still sitting in the car, he didn’t see me go down. When a nice, thoughtful gentleman ran over to the passenger side and bent over, DH knew something was wrong. What a genius. Hubby came over to the passenger side and there I lay. Hurt, confused, dazed and furious this fall happened to me at all! The man told my husband that the first thing they needed to do was get me up off the black pavement and on my feet. So, they both hoisted me up. I started crying. I was so embarrassed. I told the man I was trying to avoid falling down the gully. I didn’t want him to think I was old or something and lost my balance. Silly me. No, it was a calculated, adult-like misconfiguration. That’s all.
Needless to say, in addition to all my black and blues, I’ve sprained my left hand mighty bad. Nothing is broken but it’s difficult to type. The blog must go on, so I’m typing one hand, only using my left hand to tap the shift key when I need CAPITAL LETTERS.
Some statistics: One in four Americans aged 65+ falls each year. Every 11 seconds, an older adult is treated in the emergency room for a fall; every 19 minutes, an older adult dies from a fall. Falls are the leading cause of fatal injury and the most common cause of nonfatal trauma-related hospital admissions among older adults. Even if the fall doesn’t result in death, the related injuries—such as hip fractures and head traumas—can be quite serious and have a debilitating effect on the person’s quality of life. Older people are more likely to break bones in falls because many older people have porous, fragile bones due to osteoporosis.
The kind gentleman didn’t leave my side till I walked around a bit and hubby checked out my hand, head, left side leg etc. etc. Thankfully, all was well. He wanted me to get back in the car and drive me home but this was our shopping day, so we trudged on. As the night progressed my hand got worse but I applied some aspercreme, ice and the ace bandage. I’ll be out of commission for a while (as in I can’t cook, clean or do laundry…which is welcome news! I need a break. But not literally. LOL)
And so the aging process goes.