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Karma

February 23, 2008

Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this.  Last week I had a little physical tiff with my 14 year old son.  He was hitting one of my friends so I stepped in to stop him and it took both of us to restrain him.  Doing this threw out her shoulder, elbow, and wrist on one arm and my shoulder.  This was Valentine’s Day.  Yes Happy Valentine’s Day to Me.  For those of you who are wondering, yes he is still alive and living with me.  However he has been dually warned that if it happens again that he will end up in a group home.  Anyway, moving on.

I was still in pain Monday so I went to the doctor.  Ordered to take it easy (which was easy since I couldn’t lift anything) I went home that night.  Next morning I got up as usual and everything went well.  I took a test in my Business Law class and then went to Wal-Mart.

I am for every obvious reasons writing this next part.  Wal-Mart is in no way, shape, or form responsible for the events which transpired next.

I was worried about not slipping on the ice that I twisted my ankle.  As I was trying to regain my footing my other shoe, which were slip-ons, started to fall off.  This lead me to fall flat on my face.  Well actually my face never hit the concrete.  However I did land on my knees and my right wrist.  My four year old was with me as I almost was run over by a car while sitting there on the cold concrete, crying.

To avoid being run over I stood, put both my shoes on and through tears and shaking made my way to the driver seat of the car.  I sat there crying for a little bit and then on cue, my son says, “Mom, I need to go to the bathroom.”  Now keep in mind that I can hardly move and I am still crying and I had to go to the bathroom when I stepped out of the car.  “I can’t help you right now.”  I said back to him, knowing if I didn’t get him to the bathroom quickly he was going to pee his pants.

I stood up, wiped the tears off my face and then made my way slowly into the store, not realizing how badly I was hurt.  At this point I knew my hand hurt but I walked rather than getting one of the electric wheelchairs they have available.  The only pain I had was in my hand which I could tell was going to be bad.

We finished our shopping and returned to the car, knowing that my hand hurt but my knees felt scraped but nothing more.  After we dropped of my son at preschool we stopped at the gas station to fill up the tank.  My leg felt stiff but I didn’t think anything of it.  I went into the station, paid for the gas, and returned to the car.  I mentioned something about how my knee felt stiff and swollen and then I looked down at it.  My knee looked like I had taken a baseball and ACE bandaged it to the top of my knee. 

Before this moment I hadn’t wanted to go to the doctor again because it doesn’t look good when you go in with doctor 2 days in a row with injuries that look like you are being abused.  Maybe I should mention that when I went to the doctor’s office Monday I didn’t tell them that the injury was from getting in an altercation with my son.  I told them I didn’t know how it happened.  What else was I suppose to say? 

Well I went to the doctor’s office and sat it the waiting room for over an hour.  They made me walk back to the room, even though they thought I had broken my knee.  I never really did figure it out.

The nurse took my temperature, which really didn’t make any sense, and then she asked me what I was to be seen for.  Apparently she was a blind nurse who didn’t see me limping or not using my hand.  Anyway I told her the story after I let her know I was there because I hurt my hand and knee.  She turned on the light for the radiology department and left the room.  Within moments the person was there to take me to have x-rays done.  

Again I limped the whole way there.  I really don’t know why they do this but they always want to bend you in ways that are the most painful when they take x-rays.  I was contorted into balloon animal shapes and we did shadow puppets and then the pictures were taken.  Once developed, they escorted me back to my room.

Within a few moments the doctor, who happened to be the doctor I saw the day before, was in the room examining my hand and knee.  She said it didn’t appear that anything was broken but she said she was surprised by the way it looked that there wasn’t something broken.  She said the drugs she prescribed would work well for this injury also and that I should apply ice to my hand and knee and heat to my shoulder. 

We left the doctor’s office and came home, putting ice on both of them.  The swelling went down in my knee but my hand swelled so bad I couldn’t move my fingers.  I couldn’t write, type of anything for 2 days.  My friend sent notes to all my instructors letting them know what was happening and told them I would need the assignments.  So far most of my instructors are cooperative, but I have a lot of homework to do including a take home test. 

The next morning I woke up and the knee I thought was fine except for a few scratches was so swollen I couldn’t bend it.  I guess I can speed this whole post up a bit.  My family keeps forgetting that I hurt and bumps me in all my sorest areas.

My hand still hurts to type and hold a pencil, but I am trying hard to get everything done.  The swelling in my hand is going down but as it does new bruises form, now I have them on the palm of my hand.  But I can now get up off the floor without help, though it does still hurt to be on my knees.  I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a boyfriend in my life, well not one that wants me on my knees, anyway.   

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