Monday, March 12, 2012

Did I Break Something?


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Monday Musings on This ‘N That

I’m glad I don’t have to drive an 18-wheeler for a living; or lift weights or work for FedEx or UPS. I couldn’t do it; not today.  Last Monday I tripped and fell in my house. My side hit the edge of the coffee table and my backside hit hard on the floor.

Went to bed early on Monday night. Tiptoed around the house on Tuesday. Used an ice pack 3-4 times. Checked my bruised side several times in the mirror. When I looked again on Wednesday morning and it looked worse, I decided it might be time to go to the doctor.

A broken rib and deep hematoma on my left backside. He said doctors never did anything for broken ribs more than pain medications and sleep aides if needed. I asked about wrapping them; he said, “We don’t, but you can if you want to.”  He said continue using ice for two more days then switch over to using heat, which I’ve done.

The doctor said it would take three weeks for the hematoma to heal and 4-6 weeks for the rib to mend. As I was leaving the doctor’s office his nurse came close and said “Just take it easy.” I appreciated her saying that but it’s the only way I can take it. The hematoma actually hurts worse than the rib as long as I don’t touch the rib.

It had been some time since I had taken a prescription for pain. Thursday night I had crazy, mixed-up dreams. All I could remember about them was somewhere in there was a fruit jar full of little rocks. Crazy, right? Had crazy dreams again Friday night but can’t remember anything about those. Stopped taking the pain pills except in the daytime; nowhere close to bedtime.

I’m a SOTP (seat of the pants) writer but right now I can only get one side of my seat on the chair. Ever tried to type while sitting on one hip? It’s not easy, but doable for a short while. The only other part of my body I’ve broken is a little toe; but that’s another whole story.

My sob story today is nothing monumental when compared with others around me and around the world. What’s that song, “pick yourself up, dust yourself off…”? So that’s what I’m trying to do. I’ve waited longer than six weeks for a response from an editor or agent, so I can work through this…somehow.


“Life’s blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed at the fire of enthusiasm.” —Norman Vincent Peale




Till next time … keep on smiling.

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