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dragonfareI visited a friend yesterday, which turned out to be a wonderful day except for one little incident. I fell down a set of 4 or 5 concrete steps. Scared my friend when I hit my head, hard enough to bend my glasses and pop them off. No really bad damage, interestingly enough. The pain from the lump on my head was gone (unless I touched the area) in about 10 minutes, and I had no signs of a concussion. Mostly what I have is a sore knee, hip, and shoulder, plus scratches and cement burns on my hands, wrists, forearms, and left shoulder. I've hurt my head worse, and I've gotten worse (if not more) scratches going through thorns. I'm a bit stiff today, but that seems to be the only leftover effect, as long as I don't poke at any raw scratches or the last lingering soreness on my forehead.
I was taking a step down, but didn't know the step was higher than normal, so I toppled forward. That, I remember, and I remember smacking my head on the ground and losing my glasses. (In fact, my first act was to grab my glasses before my frantic friend stepped on them.) I don't recall the few seconds between, when I did the actual falling. Or rather, tumbling, because according to her, I didn't fall so much as rolled down the steps. Anyway, I got back up, only a little shaky, and I continued my visit with my friend and had a wonderful time.
Being 68 years old, I am at the edge of that age when a fall usually means a broken hip, hospitalization, surgery, nursing home, and death by pneumonia. So despite the scrapes and bruises, I'm rather pleased that I got out of that so easily.
I was taking a step down, but didn't know the step was higher than normal, so I toppled forward. That, I remember, and I remember smacking my head on the ground and losing my glasses. (In fact, my first act was to grab my glasses before my frantic friend stepped on them.) I don't recall the few seconds between, when I did the actual falling. Or rather, tumbling, because according to her, I didn't fall so much as rolled down the steps. Anyway, I got back up, only a little shaky, and I continued my visit with my friend and had a wonderful time.
Being 68 years old, I am at the edge of that age when a fall usually means a broken hip, hospitalization, surgery, nursing home, and death by pneumonia. So despite the scrapes and bruises, I'm rather pleased that I got out of that so easily.
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Date: Mar. 21st, 2021 05:12 am (UTC)