December 16th, 2003
I've fallen down twice now in the past 24 hours on hidden ice.
Last night I fell forward and landed in a crouch. Stayed on my feet, but hit that skier's crouch something fierce and went with it all the way to the ground. I pulled my left calf muscle because of it and my left thigh wasn't happy either. But that wasn't so bad.
Then about a half hour ago I was leaving the railroad underpass by Lowell Street, holding two heavy bags of groceries and trying to navigate some nasty runoff water dripping down from ground level. That puddle wasn't a puddle. I fell full force, landing on my left side, twisting my knee and I think scraping my leg up. I can't believe I didn't break anything, though I did remember to exhale as I hit the ground, if by exhaling one means hollering a loud and emphatic "FUCK!" as my grocery bags are slammed to the concrete and I crumple down on the left leg. Took me a few seconds to actually get back up again this time, mostly trying to see clearly and make sure that I could actually walk again.
Winter can officially suck it, and, if anybody wants me, they're gonna hafta wait a few days cause I feel some self-medicating about to happen. Ho ho ho.
|Date:||December 16th, 2003 10:10 pm (UTC)|| |
If you need any nurse-stuff, let me know. I can bandage you up, etc.
"But nurse, do you think all those bandages are really necessary?!"
I'm an American (read: born klutz) living in Finland, and the ice here is brutal. Since everyone here is used to the snow and ice, it isn't cleaned properly off the sidewalks or streets. If you're lucky, they throw some dirt on it. Hurrah.
Boston ice is hidden ice. Black ice. Looks like a spot of moisture on the ground. And on days like this, when it's warm enough to start thawing, it's deadly. I thought I was stepping in a puddle what with all the runoff water on the ground, only there was ice underneath. It was wicked, and not in a Wicked Boston kind of wicked way.
The streets here are covered in black ice in winter. I'm now reduced to hobbling around town like a 85-year-old lady with bad knees when I go out. At least this gives an excuse for becoming a hermit...
Am liking the idea more and more every day of a winter hermitage.
Unfortunately I had a summer hermitage and most of an autumn hermitage, so I really need to start seeing more of the world.
|Date:||December 16th, 2003 10:24 pm (UTC)|| |
Ouch, Spatch. *wince*
I've fallen once so far -- didn't hurt myself, except for a vague twinge in one wrist, but it was Very Dignified Indeed. With the flailing and the spilling tea on my pants and the landing right on my butt. Sigh.
|Date:||December 16th, 2003 11:55 pm (UTC)|| |
I went down in the nursing home parking lot the other day in full view of the DON and a bunch of residents. It was the kind of fall that happens so fast you find yourself sitting on the ground wondering how the hell you got there. Not as classic as my "hover in midair, windmilling arms, then drop like a stone onto my back" move in front of the mens' hockey team, but dignified and memorable nonetheless.
|Date:||December 17th, 2003 12:01 am (UTC)|| |
I would suck so much at cold weather. Weeping and hurting would be a daily occurrence.
Feel better. Happy medicating.
Awwww. Owie. Poor baby.
I hope the self medicating includes a hefty helping from the "adult" punch bowl.
SALT BOOTS WOULD BE BRILLIANT.
|Date:||December 17th, 2003 06:39 am (UTC)|| |
Ouch! Oh, you poor sweetie! I wish I could come over your house and help treat you all nice and stuff, but your cats would make me fall over and die. Mrr.
Am currently in process of further procrastinating on deadline Xmas work by designing an automatic salt dispenser you can wear on a three foot sproingy pole from your hat.
|Date:||December 17th, 2003 07:33 pm (UTC)|| |
You want me to run over to Fleet Farm and pick you up a pair of cleats? Nice stretchy rubber half-soles, with rows of little metal teeth on the bottom. One size fits all! (no mutants)
Seeing as I generally damage something when I fall, and as I have the Winter coordination of an American living in Finland, I wear cleats when outside. They are a HUGE help.
"Winter coordination of an American living in Finland"
Hey, I resemble that remark!
(Cleats are wonderful things and highly recommended, BTW)