Sunday, I left the Mansion around 4:15 to go get my daily scratchers, and mail the Menards bill. Dang that Menards! They don't put the items you pay for on their bill. Something sketchy there! Farmer H later confirmed that it was a breaker for the Beauty Shop half of the Double Hovel flip house. Good thing he can remember stuff for a month!
Anyhoo... the dogs came running. I tossed their leaving treat on the side porch. It was a half slice of bread, swiped through the saucepan that warmed our previous night's supper of rotini and red sauce with hamburger and mushrooms. Jack ate his like a good boy, but Scarlett was persnickety. Nosing at her portion, lacklusterly picking it up then dropping it out of her mouth. Looking towards the gravel road.
I went down the stairs, double-handing the handrail, my purse draped over my right forearm, and the loop of my water bottle hooked on my right index finger. Once at the bottom, I took a couple steps, and opened the people door of the garage. As I was going in, my right knee collapsed! I don't know how else to explain it. It's like I stepped forward on it, but it wouldn't support me!
Not only one step, but two! I could feel myself spinning toward the concrete sidewalk! My left knee holding me up, but nothing on the right side to support me. I couldn't grab onto anything, what with the metal water bottle hanging from my palm, hooked onto my right index finger.
SWEET GUMMI MARY! What a catastrophe! I reached out to the frame of the people door, and the back of my right hand hit it, stopping my fall. Whew! That was a close one! My right pinky-finger hand-knuckle bore the brunt of the impact, and my hand was scraped and bruising.
Just then, as I righted myself, I saw Farmer H coming down the driveway in SilverRedO. Except he stopped up by the dumpster. I suppose he saw me with the people door open, and was waiting to talk to me. Indeed, he only made it halfway down the driveway as I was going up.
I told Farmer H that I was still shaking from my ordeal. He said he saw the bruise already starting on my hand. And that as much as I don't want to, I really need to get something done with my knees.
We'll see...
It is time. I know exactly what you mean about the knee just giving way. Yesterday while HeWho made his daily trip to return supplies and get the right ones. I was up on the embankment working around the deck and my foot path when I tripped on a root coming out of the ground and fell on my left knee. My heart was pounding as I tried to come up with a way to get back on my feet. I pictured myself sprawled out on the ground, ants crawling over me, as I waited for him to return to help me up. My sister-in-law had her knee done and it went well. I imagine the surgeon must have exhausted all other remedies before putting her under anesthesia. She survived cancer, had Covid in the early months of it, was on a ventilator and hospitilized for 45 days, then had the brain bleed. Not a good candidate for surgery!
ReplyDeleteOh, I did get up by myself.
ReplyDeleteKathy,
ReplyDeleteOH NO! I'm so glad you were able to get up! I would have had squirrels crawling all over me! I think I could have gotten up if I didn't knock myself unconscious on the concrete or door frame. The side porch was beside me, to pull myself up. On just flat ground, I think I would have been stranded, unless I rolled to something I could use to hold onto and get up.
Good to know that your sister-in-law's knee surgery went well. I'm still a scaredy-cat about surgery.
That's a scary moment I can share. Just over twenty years ago, walking home from my volunteer job, I stepped off the median strip onto the road to cross to the other side and suddenly it was like I had no hip or thigh bone! The leg just collapsed and I landed on my knees with traffic coming my way. Thankfully they saw me struggling up and limping and slowed right down. My leg was fine again by the time I was nearly home and has given no trouble since then. It's the same leg that always gets the sprained hamstring if I do too much.
ReplyDeleteI am VERY glad you didn't fall all the way down. How is your hand?
River,
ReplyDeleteYou were so lucky the drivers saw you! My hand is doing remarkably well. It's pretty much just skin and bone there, so not much flesh to crush and bruise. Not even worthy of a picture! It doesn't hurt unless I bump it. I DID remember the injury the next day, when the hot shower water hit the scraped skin, which is not noticeable within my wrinkles!