So, I ended up not writing anything yesterday. I went to visit my mom for the first time in a little over three years—kind of a big deal, since it’s a 75-mile trip each way, and anxiety and long car trips alone don’t mix very well. But, I was feeling pretty decent, so I was going to at least make the effort.
I was a little nervous at first, but the drive went very well; after the first 25 miles or so, I was able to relax and enjoy the drive. I was actually rather happy with myself, not least of all because it was a good sign that I have made some real progress toward getting back to a more normal existence.
The visit itself was pretty typical; my mom and I spent about three hours talking about this and that. Her new cat eyed me with suspicion, and approached me warily, before retreating to the bedroom to hide.
Around 3:15, I started getting ready to leave, since I wanted to get going while it was still light out. Not wanting to make multiple trips to and fro, I grabbed my stuff, and the box containing the afghan my mom recently made for me, and started to make my way out to the car. Because of the way my mom’s kitchen door opens, I attempted to go down the stairs (there are exactly two) backward.
Unfortunately, I misjudged that last step. My left foot buckled, and I went down on my left side, with my arm taking the brunt of the fall. I was surprised at how much it hurt; I actually began to feel faint, so I didn’t get up right away. I checked my arm for anything unusual, and tried moving it a bit; except for the horrible pain, I was able to move it, so I was pretty certain that I hadn’t broken anything. After a few minutes, I was able to get up; my mom brought me back into the house, and I settled in the recliner for a bit.
After about 20 minutes, I felt okay enough to leave. I stopped at Fred Meyer and bought a bag of frozen peas to apply to my arm during the drive home. It was slightly awkward, but I managed. Alternating between inside elbow and wrist helped. Once I reached my exit, I stopped at Walgreens to get a wrist support and a sling, then went home.
I continued to apply cold packs for a while, but I eventually switched to applying heat. I didn’t have any swelling, and the pain seemed to be entirely muscular, so I thought that made sense. I also found that I could move my arm a bit more while I had the heat applied.
I thought about trying to write something, but I just didn’t feel like it by that point. So, I settled on the sofa and watched some TV, getting up occasionally to reheat the rice-filled Bed Buddy for my arm.
The arm is much improved this morning. Although it is still quite sore, and some movements still result in those ‘ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!’ moments, I have a greater range of motion than I did twelve hours ago.
The lesson, kids, is this: Make the extra trip or two; don’t worry about getting everything to or from your car in one go. And watch your step.
I shall return to my new daily writing regimen tomorrow.
(11 January 2015)