Today I was on the second rung of a step ladder in our hallway peering into the attic and trying to fix a problem with our vent pipes. Suddenly, the ladder kicked out from under me and down I went, spraining my ankle, my elbow, and cutting and scraping myself in various and sundry places. Dorothy came running; I lay there moaning and groaning while she patched up my little finger and elbow. There was blood spattered everywhere; not much blood, but enough to scare you. I managed to pull myself to my feet (after laying there moaning and groaning for awhile) and hobble down the hallway to my recliner. I don't think my ankle is broken. I've had plenty of sprains during my career as a mail man, so I'm pretty sure that's all the injury there is.
Dorothy brought my lunch and dinner to me in the recliner, but she insists that I go to the bathroom by myself. That might be for the best. And she prods me out of the chair every hour or so to move around and keep it from stiffening up. Even after retirement there are many lessons to learn, like buy a good quality step ladder instead of using an old rickety one. And be careful! I hate to admit I'm getting older, but I do know that bones break easier as the years go by.
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You need to make sure you take some Ibuprofen so that you don't stiffen up to much. Those ladders will get you every time.
I'm sorry to hear about your accident. I hope you'll be back on your feet soon.
Dawn and Lucy: Thanks for your concern. After a good night's sleep I'm still hobbling around but there is less pain and not much bruising. I'll be up and running in no time.
You decribe your fall much worse than Mom did!! Kelly
Well, Mom hesitated before coming down the hall. I think she was on the phone confirming my life insurance.
We never get so old and wise that we are beyond learning another lesson. I'm sorry you had to learn this one the hard way.
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