I’ve been enjoying another family weekend in Vancouver and also enjoying watching a lovely conversation build around my last post. I recognized that the post was a bit quirky, so I have been delighted to see readers glimpse my intent and develop it so richly. Sadly, for now, I’m going to limit my participation in that developing, rich conversation, though, to conserve my keyboard time as I’ve had a bad fall and my shoulder took the brunt of it.
Don’t worry. Overall, I’m fine, if chastened and sore (Thank goodness for anti-inflammatories and pain pills!). I was 2 kilometres away from finishing a 25 km run yesterday when I sprawled flat on the sidewalk. Road rash to cheek (that clunk was the scariest, honestly), scraped and bleeding knuckles and fingertips, and a big patch of road rash on my shoulder. But there’s something that doesn’t want to move too much somewhere between the shoulder joint, under the blade, perhaps into the intercostal muscles, and I’m thinking I should probably humour that something. (I have an already scheduled appointment with my physio tomorrow morning, so she should be able to give me some guidance on healing time and what to do besides ice, ice, and more ice.)
It’s too bad, because I really wanted to tell you a bit about a lovely dinner Friday night with a nephew on my husband’s side of the family — watching J and his cousin, our son Z, talk about their work, remembering them as toddlers. . . .sometimes that kind of surreal is too wonderful for words, but I was going to try.
I was also going to show you a few pictures I took on my fated run and make a link to Paris . . .
I was going to tell you about a fabulous knitting afternoon I hosted in our wee Vanc’r apartment — 8 of us, my brother, a few sisters, a niece, sisters-in-law. Most were learn-to-knits or trying-to-remember. Everyone went home with projects started and we’re going to do this again. Tender memories of Mom teaching us. . . .
But I’ve already spent more time at the keyboard than I probably should
So perhaps you could just check out what earlier posts you might have missed this week:
Tuesday, a cute baby as compensation for a non-substantive post. . .
Wednesday, I rocked some leopard shoes and plaid scarf . . .
and Friday, a post on blog connections and neighbourhoods and the disappearing practice of “dropping in”
Ouch, indeed! So sorry to hear about your fall. No fall is easy, and this one sounds as though it has caused hurt in many places. Good to know you are in favour of physio – best to get that help. I'm knitting too – baby blanket for an expected nephew – my 50 year old brother is an expectant father. There is a book there. Really.
We have male friends who started second families in their 50s. A book there indeed! But lucky you to have a new baby nephew on the way. . . mine are almost all grown now.
Oh dear! Stay quiet and hope things calm and heal neatly. Always a shock to the entire system.
Thanks, K. It truly is a shock and that jolting reminder that we live in mortal bodies. . .
I hope the news will be good, in terms of any damage done. Meanwhile, rest!
Owch! Take care and heal quickly.
better by the day . . 😉
That sounds painful. Your knitting afternoon sounds like fun. I remember my grandma teaching me to knit a square for Brownies. It sounds as though you need a restful week! Take care.
My sister-in-law also learned for Brownies . . . we did have a fun afternoon.
Oh dear, that sounds like a scary fall, in the telling it certainly made me wince. Take care, hope your physio can help you with it.
Nooooo…. so sorry to hear this. Hope rest and ice will go a long way to making you feel better very soon and the physio's ministrations do the rest.
Thanks for the update – I hope the injuries heal well and quickly.
Oh this is terrible. So sorry to hear that you have taken a bad spill! I'm sure you will recover very soon but I can imagine how scary that must have been.
On this spill-taking topic: Friday I was talking to a woman who advised me that she walked to the bus station during the ice storm (end of Dec.) and, while she was being totally careful (probably too careful) she took a spill and hit her head. She blacked out twice. Somehow ended up at home and then at the hospital. Had a concussion they had to monitor, and is still getting headaches 2 weeks later. That TOTALLY freaks me out. Honestly, is everything dangerous these days??
I have been so much more careful recently, especially on our docks which are slippery in the winter even without ice. The sidewalk I fell on was completely dry, no ice at all, only excuse was, perhaps, fatigue and inattention. And it was scary for a moment. . . and then the reverberations of the recognized possibilities (the concussion, yes, that's a fear!)
Not good news. Do take good care of yourself. Hopefully the rest today will help and the physio tomorrow.
I'm so sorry you've hurt yourself! Hope you're on the mend soon.
Dear materfamilias,
I came across your blog a few months ago and I've been following it regularly since that moment. Some of the things you mention seem quite familiar to me – I am about your age, a teacher with an academic past, and I enjoy knitting and gardening. The place I go to when I want to recover my strength is a spot on a lakeside with a view over the water…
On the other hand, I'm not a blogger myself and I doubt I ever will be. But I am very grateful to you for sharing your observations and insights and giving somebody on the opposite side of the world like myself the opportunity of getting to know you – a little bit at least.
Thanks, too, for the wonderful idea of "Five Things Friday".
I wish you a swift recovery from your fall.
All the best
Eleonore
So kind of you to take the time to comment, Eleonore. Sounds as if we have much in common — fun to connect through blogs, isn't it?!
*The above post is lovely*
So sorry about your fall. Please get well soon and take it easy. Shoulders can be dodgey. Have you noticed as we get older, our fear of falling, especially in snow and ice has increased? I've found I'm much more careful now in my 50's than I ever remember being.
Thanks, Stacy. Yes, I'm so much more fearful of a fall — for me, it's particularly so on our docks, the fear of slipping and breaking something magnified by the possibility of sliding right into the cold water. Not very likely, but somehow seems so more now than I ever thought before. . . . Can't imagine how I'd be if I didn't have yoga and Pilates to keep my core strong and my balance somewhat decent.