Tuesday evening.
I completed the second ultrasound treatment on my right leg. Dr. H said things were going well and we could wait a week before the next one. I happily made an appointment for next Tuesday and left, thinking good thoughts and sending healing vibes to my leg.
Wednesday morning.
I was able to walk up the stairs after breakfast. It wasn’t graceful or anything but I got the job done. I was starting to see the light at the end of the injured leg tunnel.
Thursday early morning.
I was in the shower, shaving. My left leg was up on the side of the tub. (You know this isn’t going to end well, right?) My right foot slipped out from under me and I fell. Hard. On my right knee. I also banged up both arms and my head. Yes, I cried.
Thursday mid-morning.
I took a breath and a sharp pain shot through my rib cage and stayed for several seconds. For about an hour, I couldn’t breathe without pain.
Thursday late morning.
My neck started to spasm and it hurt to turn my neck. Both arms felt like they were locked in a vise and my leg started to throb.
Now.
I finally made it home and Dr. H isn’t in the office for an emergency visit. There is no Tylenol in the house and I’m back to crawling up the stairs. I’m going to wrap myself in ice packs, put on soothing music and try to live until Tuesday.
