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I’ve been sort of quiet lately. At least the last few days and quieter than the past few weeks, anyway. Why? Well, let me whine!

On Thursday night, I lost my balance and took a fall in my living room, breaking my glasses and hurting my wrist. I use a cane to walk these days but I don’t normally use it inside the house so I lost my balance and went down before I could grab onto something. I am legally blind without correction so to function, I had to wear one pair of reader glasses over the other and that was not good enough for reading or typing so that was difficult. My older daughter took me to order new glasses on Friday after work but they won’t be in for two weeks so I am functioning with glued glasses. Crossing my fingers they last until my new glasses come in. And I’m being extra careful not to bump them or drop them or let the baby pull them off of me. So that has thrown me off kilter.

Then on Friday night, reaching for some cold medicine, I bumped into a knife I had carelessly left on the counter and it fell along my leg and grazed the inside of my ankle. Not too bad but it did draw some blood and it hurt quite a bit. It’s not much more than a scratch but now, three days later, it doesn’t look so great. I think it will require a doctor visit tomorrow. IF I can get to the doctor. You see, Mother Nature has decided to grace us with winter’s parting gift, a small snow storm which is over now but they say we’re getting more on Tuesday, most of the day! That means things will probably come to a standstill for a few days.

Wine! No, not. It’s actually not about wine but about booze and it’s more of a whine. I can’t stop thinking about what the dietitian told us at the diabetes class last December. Someone asked if there was anything we could drink or eat or do if our blood sugar was too high and we are not on insulin. She said to drink whiskey. She explained that it makes blood sugar drop and that there isn’t any sugar in it. Well! She must have forgotten that it’s not exactly great for diabetics to drink anything alcoholic. At least that’s what I understand. There was one man that sort of exemplifies what I think is dangerous about saying this to a group of diabetics. He said, “Well isn’t that great?! I had to stop drinking because of my diabetes and now I might have to start drinking again because of my diabetes!” Yup. Not a responsible thing for her to have said to us, and not in the way she said it.

More? I think that little snow storm is going to cause a lot of problems. For me, I am supposed to go to the bank to deposit a check (yay my first social security check arrived!) and I probably won’t get to go before the snow hits and I must pay some bills, like my electric bill so the heat stays on. And I am not really stocked with groceries. I have lots of canned goods so I won’t starve. My class at the hospital is on Tuesday and Thursday nights and it will most assuredly be canceled on Tuesday. If it goes on as scheduled on Thursday, I might still not be able to get to it. My car doesn’t have snow tires and more importantly, I am terrified of snow. I had a very bad experience driving in the snow and getting stranded with no one knowing where I was. So I won’t leave the house when it snows or when there is snow on the road. I know it won’t happen again, not right in town, but I just can’t force myself to do it.

Those are this week’s challenges. Aging and coming to terms with my limitations is a big part of it. Then there’s Mother Nature who likes to play with us every now and then.

Hoping your life is free of these little obstacles!

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This is what I had to do to get through Thursday night and Friday.

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Again

We got snow again on Wednesday, the second time in just under a week. This time we got at least 4 inches outside my door. Not much but enough to make it messy on the roads.

My daughter asked me to babysit for just about an hour so I ran out the door with just my canvas shoes. We weren’t supposed to get snow for several hours. But then she got home and asked me to go to the grocery store with her, for a “quick trip.” ¬†I went. That turned in to a Target trip, then Costco, then the grocery store. By then, it had been snowing for three hours, steady, windy, snow. We were five minutes from home but it was very messy out there and that’s about the time everyone decided to go home before it got worse. That five minute trip home took us an hour and five minutes. That included my daughter taking a less traveled street to “beat the traffic” and then spinning out. We hit a fence which was lucky because just an inch further and we would have hit a power pole. It’s very strange to watch it happening and know you are going to hit but not be able to do anything to avert it.

We’re okay. Here car is mostly okay. She says it’s not worth the deductible. But that was in the dark. We’ll see what she thinks in daylight. I’m sore. All over. Mostly my knee and neck, though.

Then we got home and we were supposed to make tamales (that was what the stop at the grocery store was for) which should have been finished withing a very few hours. However, things move slowly there. ūüôā ¬†So we didn’t actually start assembling them until after midnight. They brought me home about two this morning. I went right to sleep. I was exhausted as I had been up since four in the morning so that meant about twenty-two hours awake!

We got more snow overnight and this morning. I haven’t been out there today. In fact, all I’ve done is get dressed and had coffee. I’m sore all over. I haven’t heard from my daughter today. I guess I should check on them. Maybe she’s still asleep. I know she’s probably still sleeping. The boys’ dad is home until Monday so he can take care of all of them today.

We are supposed to go to Peacock Lane tonight. It’s a short street, about three or so blocks, where all the houses (mostly Tudor style) are decorated very nicely. It’s a pedestrian night. However, it’s supposed to be cold (well, it hasn’t warmed up, we’re still at freezing temps) and icy so we probably won’t go. That’s fine but I wish it would not be icy so we could take the boys. I know they would love it. And we’re supposed to be under very similar freezing temps until Sunday so it would be good to get out for just a little bit. But no spinning out this time!

The spin out incident triggered another memory which I will tell you about next time. Right now I’m headed to the kitchen for something warm.

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All I wanted was a cup of coffee. ¬†What did I get? ¬†Knocked down. ¬†I got knocked down by one off their employees who came barreling through a swinging door, knocking me down on the floor which is bare concrete. ¬†She almost knocked me on top of my 21 month old grandson but I twisted myself away from him. ¬†That’s how I managed to land with all my weight on my knee.

Of course, they didn’t have an accident package with their insurance information so after I hand wrote my statement and we drove the kids home to stay with their dad, off we went to urgent care. ¬†Three hours later, I got out of there with the bill for urgent care, x rays, a knee immobilizer, and a prescription for pain meds. ¬†Because I hit my head as well, I have to be watched over night so I have to stay at my daughter’s house.

And after all that, I didn’t even get my coffee.

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I ran out to run an errand this afternoon and on the way back, I drove by the local high school.  Out on their electronic marquee, was a note of condolence and support for the loved ones of 16 year old Ashley Wilks, who was killed by sniper fire at a local underage club last weekend.

I’ve been thinking about her and her school mates.¬† The high school years are such a difficult time.¬† Kids walk through their daily lives in pain and some in numbness.¬† To have something like this happen can send many of them over the edge.¬† I hope this incident doesn’t destroy any more lives than it already has.

It also made me remember the school mates that I lost while I was in high school.¬† There were several that didn’t make it through the four years of high school.¬† My younger sister’s best friend and “honorary brother” was killed one early summer evening a week before school let out for summer.¬† His name was Greg and he was a freshman.¬† Greg was the baby of his family and only son.¬† He had five older sisters.¬† On that evening, he was on a motor scooter in front of the house.¬† He hit a pot hole and was thrown into the air, breaking his neck.¬† The whole neighborhood was watching, including his mother.¬† He was killed instantly. ¬†When I was a junior, my class lost two on the same day.¬† Brad and Greg cut school one day and went to Greg’s house to hang out.¬† Somehow they both ended up being shot when they were playing with Greg’s mom’s gun which she kept to feel safer in a house alone with her children.

One that I won’t forget is Rudy.¬† Rudy and I shared a last name but were not related.¬† He hung with the wrong crowd.¬† I had stayed away from him but one summer we both worked at the high school under the Neighborhood Youth Corps, a program to help low income youth gain job skills.¬† I worked in the office, doing secretarial work and Rudy worked with the custodian, Howard.¬† We got to know each other that summer and it turned out that Rudy was a really neat kid.¬† He was quiet and shy; a follower, not a leader.¬† Up until that point, he had chosen to follow the wrong crowd.¬† At the end of summer, I gave him a ring I had been wearing all summer that he had admired often.¬† It was a little cluster of tiny cow bells.¬† It kind of jingled as I moved my hand and Rudy liked it.¬† I took it off the last day of work and gave it to him and made him promise he would be more careful who he hung out with and that he’d come and ask me when he needed help with his school work.¬† During the school year, we’d run into each other and stop and talk a bit or wave from across the courtyard.¬† Neither of us cared that we didn’t “belong” to the same group of friends.¬† We were friends and we kinda looked out for one another.¬† When I graduated, Rudy was still in school.¬† He was a year behind me.¬† Over Labor Day weekend Rudy drowned at one of the local lakes.¬† He was there with his family on the crowded lake.¬† It took several days to find his body.

These classmates and others have not been forgotten.¬† It has been many years; several decades, but they’ve not been forgotten.¬† They’ve been remembered and missed and thought of often.

I know Ashley Wilks will be missed and thought of and remembered many years from now.

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