Last evening, about 8:30 (dusk), I went for a lovely walk as DH was playing on the computer AND was on the telephone with his grandaughter who was trying to teach him how to use the computer! LOL Somewhere along the way, I tripped on one of those places where the sidewalk is pushed UP, and quilters, I took a NOSEDIVE! Between the time I was upright and downright (is that a word?) my whole life passed before me, including who was going to get all my sewing stuff since I was going to be DEAD after I hit pavement! It's amazing how many thoughts can go through your head in an instant!
I hit hard - was dazed but did not pass out. Fortunately, several young women were sitting out on their porch, also enjoying the lovely evening. I called HELP, and 3 came to my assistance. My eyebrow and cheek bloody, glasses damaged but usable, shoe went somewhere and was retrieved by a sweet little girl. Cell phones by all 3 women were pulled out, but since DH was on the phone at home, that didn't work. Despite suggestions to call ambulance, I said NO, as I slowly pulled myself together and painfully stood up. One of them kindly walked home with me and of course, I'm embarrassed to death. DH, still on the phone, was shocked, as I hobbled downstairs, with my bloody and broken face. OK, OK, cold compresses, sit down, glass of water, etc.
Eventually off to the hospital we went, to see about stitches or concussion, or breaks in my jaw, etc, and home about midnight, tired, embarrassed, sore, and it's waaaay past my bedtime. So much for privacy at the hospital - our friend Jon, who was also in one of the rooms with a relative, heard our voices and came over to see what damage had been done! Coulda been worse! Bruised knees, all teeth intact, ugly bruised chin, black eye, and several facial cuts now glued shut, but no stitches. This morning, I look even worse -- like something dead that the cat dragged in!
And tomorrow I have Quilt Guild and MUST be there for various reasons.
When you go to the hospital with your husband, and one's face is bloodied, there are policemen there, asking cagey questions - there must be a LOT of times when women have damaged faces caused by a man. DH was also feeling guilty just for being a man, and was as much a wreck as I was -- LOL -- Lotsa questions - MORE embarrassing for both of us.
Broken Elaine Adair, Poor Baby
P.S. I DID take photos, but looking at my own crinkly skin CLOSE UP, in addition to the damage, was toooo much to bear for me. Dh said it was OK for him.
I am a quilter - a retired widow living in the Nebraska Panhandle. I am surrounded by beautiful semi-arid ranch country, and treeless hills and fields under incredibly wide blue skies, located far from the upheaval found often in large towns or cities. I am blessed to have delicious time to quilt and to appreciate my peaceful moments in an unpeaceful world.