I might have broken a bone in my hand. Or maybe cracked it. The capitate bone, I think.
Or I hope I just hyperextended my fingers when I fell.
I did a face-plant out front of my son's house yesterday. We were walking out to my van to load some stuff in the back, and I slipped in the wet grass and twisted my ankle, then my knee gave out, and I went down hard.
Grant's hands were full, so he just watched the whole thing happen. Heaven forbid we drop an armful of crap so we can catch the old man before he slams his face on some asphalt.
He did *carefully* set the crap down so he could help me up....out of a gutter full of rain water. But only below my waist. The rest of me was on the street.
Grant walked me back into his house, and then he freaked out a little because blood was running down my cheek. His sweet wife, Kat, sat me down and rendered first aid. A warm sudsy wash with a soft, clean cloth, followed by several gentle pats with a gauze pad soaked in hydrogen peroxide, and lots of encouraging words all the while. Such a dear girl.
My ankle hurt, so Kat walked me to the couch, put my feet up, and applied an ice-pack. I had a headache, so she administered Tylenol. I was wet and cold, so she tossed a blanket over me.
So, my ankle and my face hurt that day. Today, I think my hand has the most serious injury. The back of it's all swelled up across the knuckles, and it's red there, and moving my 2 middle fingers causes a lot of pain.
Obviously, I stuck my hands out in front of me as I fell, but I just fell on my hands. They were of little use in this incident. Well, I suppose they cushioned my chest a bit, but this did little good for my hands...the right one, especially.
I sprained my ankle, so it doesn't feel so great - I'm kind of stayin' off it - and I've got a beaut of a shiner that covers half my cheek, but that'll all mend ok in a few days or so. I might go get my hand looked at, though. There's really nothing much a doctor can do...just wrap it, probably. But I'm curious about what's up with it exactly, if it's actually broken or just cracked or what.
Grant called my younger son, Liam, and told him what happened, so Liam brought my grandson over to stay a couple days. He's helping me out so Meesh can go to work and school and not worry about it. Among a few other things, he helped me take down the Christmas tree and move the furniture back over there.
He's a little freaked out about my big shiner. About every hour he'll come and say, "You want some ice for that, grampa?"
