A few months ago, I wrote a column about falling ó specifically, how good I am at it. Iíve fallen downstairs, upstairs, off moving vehicles, into ditches and more. My repertoire is extensive.
Despite all this falling, I had never broken a major bone before. I donít count the time I was playing softball with my best friend Kasey and broke my nose about five minutes in. First of all, that wasnít my fault. Hear me out ó I was tricked into it. That was not a soft ball! It was not soft at all. More importantly, I could still walk around with a broken nose. The headache was killer, but it didnít last all that long.
Up until a week ago, I felt pretty good about never having that kind of injury. ďI may be clumsy, but Iíve sure avoided broken bones!Ē Iíd tell myself with glee in the mirror each morning. Then I slipped on a muddy hill in the rain on Feb. 11 and broke my ankle and got all kinds of inconvenienced. If I were to review the fall on Yelp, it would receive zero stars. Screaming in pain with rain falling over me, I realized there are so many things nobody tells you about breaking a bone.
Letís start with the pain. I used to think I have a pretty high pain tolerance ó used to! A bone break is an entirely different animal from your run-of-the-mill bruised ankle or bloody knee. Holy moly, I never could have expected it to hurt that much. I am a huge crier, but I could barely bring myself to tears. I must have been in shock for hours after the fall. Youíd think shock would numb the pain a bit, but it didnít.
Luckily, my husband took me to the ER and I was treated quickly and efficiently. They gave me two hydrocodone pills on my way out, which clued me in that the injury was pretty bad. Somehow we got home and I got up the stairs, all 12 of them. Gideon got me comfortable on the couch and I passed out, happy to not move or do anything for a bit.
That happiness faded over the next couple of days, when I realized I needed to take some days off from work. Now I love to work. I especially love the work I do. While I love a good vacation, I also love getting things done.
Kasey told me to consider the break a vacation I never planned, and I tried to do that. But you arenít confined to a couch on vacation. You donít have to limit how much you drink to avoid getting up and going to the bathroom on vacation. You donít have to bathe with one leg hanging out of the bathtub on vacation.
In an effort to be trusting, I allowed myself to rely on Gideon, who is the best butler ever and doesnít mind any of the trash I want to watch on TV. Over the past week, Iíve seen two seasons of Married at First Sight, countless B-horror movies, half a season of Americaís Next Top Model and enough true crime documentaries to prepare me for a life of crime. So when it comes to all the TV, I suppose, it hasnít been that bad.
You know how people say, ďI need a breakĒ after a long day at work? After this experience, I probably wonít be doing that for a good while. The last thing I need now is another break!
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Samantha Jones is associate editor for Carroll County Newspapers. Her email address is Citizen.Editor.Eureka@gmail.com