The Day, as Planned, included a stop to gas up Kineo the Wonder Subaru before driving cross-town for an appointment at the Radiology Department at the hospital. At about 9:50, I was walking down the sidewalk toward the main entrance to the hospital when I — fell off the kerb.
No, I don’t know HOW I fell off the kerb; suffice that I did, and tried to twist to regain my balance, went down hard on one knee, at which point my body got with the program, and I twisted so that I flopped over onto my side, and ohbytheway slamming my ribs into the nice hard asphalt.
A woman who had been coming down the walk toward me, rushed up, exclaiming, “That was a terrible fall! Are you all right?”
I, of course, was more embarrassed than hurting — hello, adrenaline — leapt to my feet, assured her I was fine, looked at my left knee which was kind of stinging, but, hey, how bad could it be, if the jeans weren’t torn — and found that I had a respectable scrape, but nothing really serious.
At that point, a PA came rushing out of the OBGYN door, which I was nearing when I fell, and she also told me that I had taken a terrible fall. I assured her that I was fine, just a skun knee. She looked doubtful, asked me where’d I’d been going, I told her Radiology, and she walked me there, about a mile out of her way, and by the time we arrived, I found that — anyone?
C’mon, you guys, this one’s EASY — yes, you! What did I find? Very good.
I found that my skun knee was now swollen up to the size of a Regulation Baseball.
I asked the radiology receptionist for ice. She took one look and yelled for her supervisor, who dispatched a volunteer for an ice bag, found out why I was there and together we formed the plan that I would have my appointment, and then they would take me to the ER for an Xray, since I had fallen on hospital property.
Those things eventually came to pass, and I proceeded in a homeward direction, stopping at the grocery store for things that I was completely out of, and now I’m home and have three cats within an arm’s reach.
The plan for the rest of the day is to eat a lunch salad, with a side of aspirin, and try to sleep it off.
No music today, sorry. . .