I had been looking forward to the past weekend, the fourth weekend in May. Friday I had a dentist appointment, and although I had been back once during the pandemic, I was happy to be back to my regularly scheduled appointments. For Saturday I had ordered meals from the Greek Orthodox Church which was hosting another drive-thru fest. Their annual Greek Fest has been set aside during the pandemic for these once-a-month drive thru pick ups. We had done this one other time and loved the food. Then, on Sunday, Terry and I were returning to our church’s sanctuary for Pentecost services which would also be a time to welcome new members.
Of course, things don’t always turn out as we would like them to…on Friday, excited to see the friendly dentist office personnel, I was talking and walking and tripped over the carpet and crashed down on my left ankle, banging my face on the low-nap carpet. I realized that I am out of the habit of walking, talking, turning corners, and, even though I know good balance techniques, like keeping your feet and eyes aligned, it all went out of my mind when I got caught up in a good conversation.
I was able to bounce back up, even the office personnel who all came running, commented on how well I could get back up and right myself. It’s all that exercise I do every morning, getting up and down from the floor. I thought I was fine and went on with my appointment which was just a cleaning and exam. All went well, the dentist and hygienist both commented on how good my mouth looked. I checked out with another six-month appointment card tucked into my purse and headed to the grocery store. Oh, my. That’s where I realized something was very wrong with my left foot. I was in pain as I walked the grocery aisles and quickly got my purchases and headed home.
My foot was turning purple and I realized I had abrasions on my face from the meet-up with the carpet. I spent the most of the day with my foot up, iced, and resting. I found some leftover pain patches from an achilles problem about six years ago. They helped, along with some tylenol, to ease the pain. I got out my walking boot for the last virtual storytelling at 1 o’clock as I do the storytelling while standing. I realized my left wrist was also sore when I held the book and turned the pages. The walking boot helped with the trip Saturday to pick up the Greek food, which we immensely enjoyed. Especially since I didn’t have to cook!
I wasn’t sure how Sunday would work, but I knew I was going to church, and wearing red. I have a red face mask and red shoes so I was set, except I kept thinking my left foot might have to go in that walking boot, not the red shoe. The pastor had asked me to say the closing prayer which meant three steps up to the pulpit. And then three steps down. There was, of course, the walk from the parking lot to consider. Finally, on Sunday morning the swelling had gone down enough to fit the foot into the red shoe, and with slow steps, I could walk fairly well. It all came off just fine. No one would even know I had a problem with my foot if I hadn’t told on myself. I was so glad to be back in the church building and able to participate in the service.
Now, 72 hours later after the fall, I am okay. Not back to my usual self, but able to do more around the house. My face looks a bit worse for wear. Still limping. Still using the pain patch and tylenol, but I’m mending. I’m looking forward to our abbreviated Ladies Who Lunch gathering on Wednesday.