My blogging this weekend has been hindered by my own lack of gracefulness. I was hanging something on Friday afternoon and made a miss-step when climbing off the ladder and fell. It may not look so high - but for an old, overweight, clumsy, tired woman that third rung is a long drop to the hard, solid floor!
The second I told Mike what I had done he began fussing at me - climbing on a ladder when I'm alone, had no business doing that, it could have waited... All those things I knew already and was mentally kicking my own shocked hind side about between grumbles and moans. Then, I frustrated him because I refused to go to the emergency room to have my hand/wrist/shoulder checked and treated. Mainly, I think he was frustrated because I was in pain and there was nothing he could do to make it go away.
I did agree to go to the walk-in clinic yesterday for X-rays. The radiologist report says everything looks OK but I have a beautiful brace and still have some pain in my wrist - only when I move it - and lots of frustration all the time.
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