You know how sometimes when you are in peril, everything slows down? That did not happen. One moment I was vertical and a split second later, my face was bouncing off the concrete patio.
I laid there for a minute, assessing the damage, knowing that if I could not get up, I would be laying there for a very long time waiting for help. No blood, so that was good. The dog was sniffing my hair, so she was okay. My new, stylish glasses were bent - splayed is more like it - and one lens scratched, but otherwise intact. I sat up. Not dizzy. I stood up and hobbled back into the house.
My first thought was, I guess I am not going to work today. The next one was, Gotta stop the swelling that is bound to happen; fortunately, I had a gel pack in the freezer. Then I wondered if I needed to see a doctor. I texted my SO, to see if he could come over; fortunately, he was up and his phone was on and he showed up a short time later. I sent a note to work, to let them know what had happened, in case someone was wondering where I was.
I didn't want to go to the ER because I didn't feel like an emergency and I didn't feel like paying for a bunch of unnecessary tests. It was too early for my internist to be in the office, and I was afraid she or her staff would say, Go to the ER. After a bit of discussion, we decided the walk-in clinic was just the thing. They were open, it would cost the same as an office visit, and they have imaging equipment if an X-ray was needed.
The PA who examined me was young and energetic and still enthusiastic about medicine, and she explained everything she was doing, like why she was looking in my ears and nose. Besides my bruised face, I had scrapes on my right knee and right shoulder, and my left foot hurt; apparently, I twisted my ankle as I stepped out the patio door and landed mostly on my right side. I managed to get out of there with no meds or tests, just a tetanus shot, delivered by one sardonic nurse.
Two things surprised me about my visit to the clinic: 1) no suspicions were cast upon my SO, and 2) they did not offer me a pamphlet on how to prevent falls in the home, something they usually do even when I am there for a UTI.
After this point, the story becomes less dramatic. I worked from home a couple of days, worked from work a couple of days, took my glasses to my optometrist where I learned that because I have i.Scription lenses, I would have to replace the frames AND the lenses, to the tune of $600 (that's with the discount - I still haven't reconciled myself to that expense). The following Monday I went back to the optometrist because over the weekend I noticed floaters and flashes; she thought my eye was okay, but sent me to a retinal specialist just to make sure, and he is sure my eye is okay. I'm not quite back to 100%, but getting there.
Okay, here is the squeamish part: pictures!
|Tuesday, a few hours after the fall|
|Tuesday, that night|
Notice how crooked my nose looks in the above photo? The swelling was not only pushing my nose out of place, but my mouth as well. I looked like I had had a stroke.
The day after the fall, I could barely move my right shoulder, two days later the toes on my left foot turned black and the foot itself took on a lovely lavender hue.
|One week later|
And then I got tired of taking my picture in the mirror. At a future date, we shall discuss how this incident has made me feel really OLD.