See you next fall.
I took a nose dive at work Thursday morning that left me bruised and sore. I was asked to look at a network connection and on my way to do so, I tripped over some copper tubing that runs across a walkway about 2 or 3 inches above the floor. It was not marked in any way nor were there any warnings about a tripping hazard. Being right handed, when I fell I twisted so my right side absorbed all the damage. I have several very nasty bruises on my right shoulder, arm, and hand. I was actually fine enough Thursday to finish out the day at work.
On Friday, I woke up very stiff and sore. I also discovered I had more bruises than I'd originally thought and a sprained thumb. For all practical purposes, I couldn't use my right arm or hand. One of the sore spots was on my rear so sitting wasn't terribly comfortable either. I opted not to make the hour long drive in to work and sent an email to all folks concerned which I diligently typed up with one finger.
Just before noon I got a call from work. They wanted me to go to the industrial medicine clinic to be looked over. I tried to explain I didn't really feel up to driving but the HR person insisted. So I drove myself to the clinic.
A little over an hour to drive there. Three hours at the clinic having every bruised part of my body X-rayed while I had to get into positions that hurt like hell. And then another hour drive home. By the time I got home, I was in worse condition than I'd been in before I left. Now, not only did I have painful bruises and sore muscles from the fall, I had a backache from sitting funny so that what already hurt wouldn't hurt more. My shoulders were so tight it hurt to move my left arm. And I had the beginnings of what promised to be a really nasty headache.
So when I got home and the Prodigal Son offered me a glass of cheap white wine from a gallon jug that one of his friends had bought, I took it. And then I had a second glass while we discussed the merits of ordering for pizza to be delivered. And I had a third glass while I was ordering pizza and waiting for it to arrive. And then there was the fourth glass I had with the pizza and the fifth glass I had just because. The headache went away and I really didn't care terribly much anymore that I hurt.
And then I took a little nap because the wine made me sleepy. When I woke, the Prodigal, his friend, and the wine were gone.
And thus ends my Friday adventure.
I'm not nearly as stiff or sore today. The bruises on my hand, arm and shoulder are sill very bothersome but the muscles that were complaining yesterday aren't complaining nearly as much today. I can actually sit again. And I can mostly hold things in my right hand again as long as it's not very heavy.
And being in such a general state of recovery, I took myself to the movies. I really wanted to see the new Pirates
movie, but all the matinees were sold out so I saw The Lake House
- which I really, really liked - and The Devil Wears Prada
- which was OK.
I enjoyed my Saturday afternoon.