One month ago this afternoon, I fell going UP my stairs inside my house.
What happened? How did it happen? Did you fall down the stairs? You must have hit your head pretty hard to feel the way you do! You look fine. How much can you move your arm? How is the shoulder?
These are the statements and questions I hear regularly. The how and why; certainly not on purpose and just talking about it, I feel a bit stupid. How does one fall when going UP the stairs? Turns out fairly easily and innocently.
I had gone down to answer the door and when I came back up the stairs, my slipper caught and I fell so suddenly, so quickly that down I went, with no way to stop myself except with my shoulder. I count my blessings everyday that my shoulder took the brunt of the fall followed by my chin and left jaw. Had it been the reverse… who knows what shape I would be in.
All I remember is the intense pain that shot up my arm and went straight to my shoulder.
I got up holding my left arm, walked up the stairs and straight to the kitchen for Motrin, heat for my arm (magic bag), and 1/2 a glass of red wine.
I called my husband to tell him what happened, texted my friend as I saw she had messaged me, drank the wine and took a nap.
I woke up when my daughter came home from school. I told her what happened, she asked if I was okay and I told her my shoulder really hurt.
At this point my chin was sore, but my face really did not hurt. We had friends coming for dinner that night. Luckily, the lasagna was cooking in the oven, the salad was in the fridge, the challah was waiting to be warmed…
After dinner, I brought my daughter to her dad’s house, came home and fell asleep on the couch.
When I awoke at 4 am it was with a bad headache and I thought to myself; “Oh great, a migraine!” I get these every so often. I made myself a coffee, took another Motrin, and just tried to relax.
When my husband woke up, I told him I did not feel well and had the beginnings of a migraine and it was worsening. Three hours later we were on the way to the hospital… see the blog post from October 14 that describes my visit to the Royal Vic. The hospital visit is all a story within itself.
* Today’s photo, my get well/thinking of you gift that arrived at my home yesterday from my department at work.*