’Twas early and the morning was full of the promise of a good day. The sky was blue with only one white fluffy cloud drifting by. The sun was bright. A gentle breeze occasionally passed over.
I opened the back door to let the dogs out — eager to go they were. Suddenly the bright day turned gray, then black.
How much later I know not. There I lay head on the concrete, feet inside on the kitchen floor. Two anxious dogs whimpered nearby, stopping only to lick my face and arms. I lifted my head to survey the space, my head weighed 2 tons and complained like something a sledge hammer was hitting. Leaning on a door frame, I crawled inside, made my way to cold water and bed. Later, I looked my head over—a tennis ball size bump on the back of my head and a bruise across my forehead. Long bangs covered the damage. I survived.
The moral of the event is do not walk into an open door! It hurts and it doesn’t look good.
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Wendy Morphew // August 3, 2009 at 6:36 am
This is very alarming. I bet the puppies knocked you over pushing to get out. You have to let them go out first and then follow.
Hitting your head on the concrete could be fatal. I wish you’d tell your doctor this is happening and see what they can do about it.
Wendy Morphew // August 3, 2009 at 8:10 am
Maybe we should get you a helmet like the skiers wear. I read helmut use was way up after Natasha Richardson’s accident.
Paula Auld // September 26, 2009 at 10:56 am
Being one-legged, I know well what your falls are like. But I have a companion (human as well as canine) to help me when I fall. You do not. I worry about you, Betty. Take good care. I would so miss your writing (and much, much else) if anything untoward happened to you!
Paula