|English: Line art drawing of two forms of crutches. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
And, I really did plunge into the garage. But not in the way my Gentle Readers think!
Near our circuit breaker box, we have a little alcove about 18" off the garage floor. Like the rest of the garage, this alcove is stored with stuff. I started digging through the pile, figuring out which stuff I want to take with me and which I don't.
In the course of whirling stuff around, I twirled and stepped down from the alcove and right onto the side of my foot. I went down with a bang! Oh my God, but that hurt. I saw stars. I limped over to my living room couch and plopped down. Rested for a while. Told Hubby that I wanted to go on with our plans but I would need to use his mother's cane.
Took a lot of Naprosyn, rested and tried to get up. But there was no way I was going anywhere fast.
Being that it was way too painful, I went to the emergency room to see if my foot was broken. Got to the ER early afternoon. I know enough from experiences with family members and from working in the Xray department that early afternoon on Thanksgiving was bound to be quiet and late afternoon would be a madhouse that I didn't want to delay going.
Got to the ER and found that I didn't have a broken ankle but merely a badly sprained one. They gave me some crutches and I went on my way.
Fast forward to Monday when I saw my occupational therapist, Wilma. She was surprised to see me on crutches and asked me what happened. I explained and then we went into a bit of a task analysis to see exactly what had happened. Her feeling is that this relates to my problems with attention and focus. I was so busy focusing on pushing my stuff around that I was not paying attention to body awareness in space and so I missed the drop off and landed on my ankle.
Moral of the story is that I need to make a more conscious effort to be aware of where my body is. This is not easy to do on a daily basis.
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