When accidents happen to you
Yesterday I was seriously injured during work hours, after a freak foot-slipping accident. Now I'm stuck trying to find ways not to use my right leg.
It’s six or seven stitches later and I’m stuck with my right leg on a chair and pillows, trying to reach the keyboard and mouse to finish all my stories before deadline.
This is due to a very close encounter with a brick wall after heading back to work after a health talk for oldies. I wanted to climb up the little wall to reach the parking area, it liked being slippery.
After patching myself up slightly and trying not to faint, I drove to the office and limped into the doctor’s room, where I was instantly surrounded by sympathetic people.
It’s the first time ever that I’ve gotten stitches and I must say the experience wasn’t that traumatic. I find it way worse to try and figure out how I can keep my leg up and still go about my daily duties.
I really appreciate all the meds I got and the funny personal injuries-due-to-doing-something-stupid stories the doctor told me while trying to make me feel better.
Finally settled in the office, patched up and munching on a Bar One, one of my colleagues mentions that she had also been injured. Getting out of bed, she’d managed to tear a ligament in one of her fingers. We managed to get her to visit the doctor, whose receptionist promptly laughed and asked what we were DOING in the office today.
Last night, after making myself a little nest and trying to keep my throbbing leg as still as possible while waiting for the painkiller to kick in, I get a call from my Gran. “Ek hoor jy’t grond gekoop en ek het mat gekoop,” she informs me.
Voicing sympathy, she tells me that someone knocked on her window, she went to see who it was, tripped over something and fell full tilt onto the floor. She ended up with scary bruises and a torn ligament or muscle in her neck.
So it could’ve been worse for me, I thought. At least I didn’t tear or break anything (including my camera).
Ironically my colleagues and I had been discussing injuries just days before and I’d mentioned that I hadn’t ever had stitches (not counting those from wisdom teeth removal) or had broken anything.
I joked in the doctor’s room that stitches had been another thing ticked off by bucket list, following being attacked by a swarm of bees. I got a shocked look and “Sounds like you have a dangerous bucket list.”
I sincerely hope that I won’t have to limp into the doctor’s rooms any time soon to make my medical bucket list any longer…
