It seems fate just can't get enough of piling on the pain. We had to go
to 2 doctor's appointments today - Ben's (and my) cardiologist and my
nutritionist. I wanted to stop and get a sno-cone to drink/eat on the
way there and Ben was rushing me to get out of the house. Since Ben
finds it almost impossible to get rid of *anything*, even a car that
hasn't run in the past 5 years, he has it parked horizontally in the
back of our driveway with a huge tarp over it. As I was rushing,
greedily, out to the (hated) truck, I tripped over the corner of the
tarp (not the first time it tripped me up - so it was totally my fault
even though I got mad at Ben for still having that junker parked there),
I tripped, took two steps (and this is *totally* new to me - I used to
be a dancer FGS) and I couldn't regain my balance and pitched forward
onto the concrete drive. I was present of mind enough to not try to
break my fall with my hands (that's how I broke my wrist that started
the whole RSD thing), so I put my forearms in front of me to break my
fall. Well, I "skidded" about 2 feet because of forward momentum. The
concrete worked like a cheese grater and took off all the skin from both
my forearms from wrists to elbows.

I haven't felt such "immediate" pain since I broke my wrist. Even worse
was that we were still in a rush just to make the appointments (we gave
up on the sno-cones - the best in Houston) and we rushed to just pour
some peroxide on my arms and put some large bandages (handily here for
my wound dressing every day) over my bleeding arms so I wouldn't bleed
over everything. I was hoping that one of the nurses would look at my
arms and give me some first aid - no such luck, my insurance won't pay
for two visits to the same doctor on the same day - plus they didn't
have an "opening"???!!! until 2 hours after my nutritionist appointment.
So by the time I got home - both doctors were running late, as usual -
and we had to stop at the drugstore and the grocery, and we got the much
regretted sno-cones, the bandages were plastered to my wounds like I had
super-glued them on. Even soaking them in warm water didn't get them
loose - I had to peel them off and start the bleeding up all over again
- and the pain from that was worse than the pain of the original fall (I
didn't have the adrenaline rush that I did then). On top of that I
found that I had really banged up my right knee (the one that's had
*two* surgeries on it already). So, I daren't even hint at the question
of what else can happen to me, for surely the universe will *show* me,
painfully, what else can happen.

Oh, and because I had all my jewelry in my hands, to put on in the
truck, I ended up losing my watch and breaking my prescription glasses.

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