I do marvel at the ability of the body to heal itself; the fact that everything just goes back to normal sometimes and you wouldn’t even know that there once was a problem is quite amazing to me.
Anyhoo, lemme go and nurse my elbow back to normal…hol it dong until next time!
It’s been awhile. In fact, the last time I remember bussin my azz was in December when one of the boots I was wearing held on to the carpet (yet another reason for me to HATE winter) altho for some reason I feel like there was another between then and now. Anyhoo, it happened last week Friday – it felt kinda weird too – kinda like I just didn’t understand what was happening.
One of the worst things that can happen if you walk with a cane is when/if the cane does not go where you expect it to go. I’m minding my own business trying to get wherever as “fast” as i can and I move the cane into position and something’s in its way. Remember, it’s part of my anatomy, it’s how I walk so its equivalent to a regular person’s tripping on something. Well last week I was walking on a hard wood floor (the bottom of the cane MIGHT also have been a little wet) and well, I placed it and it slid across the floor. UGH! Of course I tried to fight gravity but it usually wins and, well, it did. It happened in front of G and K. K said she heard it/me first, turned around and saw me go down in slow motion, yet she couldn’t do anything to stop it. G picked up the cane and looked at the bottom and found something stuck there – who knows, maybe that also contributed to it.
I banged up my elbow rhell hard, so that hurt for a while after. I also scratched it up so I currently have some scars in the area. The next day, G and I were talking and when I showed her my elbow, she commented, “you rhell resilient yes” and she’s right on some level – I’ve had so many bruises and scars as a result of falling; walking round looking like a lil chile with all my battle scars.