(OT) Me fall down, go boom

I'm so very sorry to hear that, Ginger-lyn!
Lots and lots of healing purrs, best wishes and really gentle hugs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

wrote in message
...
Yesterday, I had to have my tax person, Barbara, do my taxes, as I do
every year. It's never fun, and it was worse this year because I had
to tell her it would be ahwile before I could pay her. Luckily, she's
an old friend and understanding, so it will be okay, and she *will*
get paid.

So I leave there, granny cart in tow, expecting to go pick up some
meds for me needles for Cosmo, and groceries.

I never make it out of the lot.

There is a culvert there. I am very aware it is there. It is in my
mind to be careful, but for some reason, I am looking for where the
bus stop is and not thinking and

BOOM!

I go down, hard.

I can't move. I have fallen and I can't get up. And I feel like some
stupid helpless old lady. I have done something to my left knee, and
twisted my right ankle, and I'm in the cold in a wet culvert, with no
one around on the busiest street in town. I start screaming.

Luckily, a kind passerby, Angie, stops to help me up and call for an
ambulance on her cell phone (much as I hate those things, there are
times when they are a *good* thing). My left knee looks like raw
meat. I am dizzy, maybe in shock a little. The EMTs are nice
fellows, and take a look at everything. They don't think the ankle is
broken, and don't think the knee needs stitches. That's a relief,
although I am in pain and can hardly walk. They get me to the back of
the ambulance to get warm and tell me they can take me to the hospital
or will take me home if I don't feel I need to go to the hospital.
Well, if nothing's broken and I don't need stitches, I'd just as soon
go home! So they kindly drive me home, while I talk to the one ENT
about his family of two Black Labs and one cat, and my family of eight
cats. He tells me to do the ice and elevation thing on my ankle, and
clean the wound on my knee with hydrogen peroxide and then use
antibiotic ointment, and take some Advil or something like that.

They help me up the stairs, and I do all the things he told me, and
lay down on the couch and cried for awhile.

Whatever I did to the Powers That Be, I take it back!

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.i-love-cats.com/meow/glsummer/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

aw, we are purring and praying here that the pain and swelling and
everything else goes away soon. Ice packs and elevations help a lot.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
wrote in message
...
Yesterday, I had to have my tax person, Barbara, do my taxes, as I do
every year. It's never fun, and it was worse this year because I had
to tell her it would be ahwile before I could pay her. Luckily, she's
an old friend and understanding, so it will be okay, and she *will*
get paid.

So I leave there, granny cart in tow, expecting to go pick up some
meds for me needles for Cosmo, and groceries.

I never make it out of the lot.

There is a culvert there. I am very aware it is there. It is in my
mind to be careful, but for some reason, I am looking for where the
bus stop is and not thinking and

BOOM!

I go down, hard.

I can't move. I have fallen and I can't get up. And I feel like some
stupid helpless old lady. I have done something to my left knee, and
twisted my right ankle, and I'm in the cold in a wet culvert, with no
one around on the busiest street in town. I start screaming.

Luckily, a kind passerby, Angie, stops to help me up and call for an
ambulance on her cell phone (much as I hate those things, there are
times when they are a *good* thing). My left knee looks like raw
meat. I am dizzy, maybe in shock a little. The EMTs are nice
fellows, and take a look at everything. They don't think the ankle is
broken, and don't think the knee needs stitches. That's a relief,
although I am in pain and can hardly walk. They get me to the back of
the ambulance to get warm and tell me they can take me to the hospital
or will take me home if I don't feel I need to go to the hospital.
Well, if nothing's broken and I don't need stitches, I'd just as soon
go home! So they kindly drive me home, while I talk to the one ENT
about his family of two Black Labs and one cat, and my family of eight
cats. He tells me to do the ice and elevation thing on my ankle, and
clean the wound on my knee with hydrogen peroxide and then use
antibiotic ointment, and take some Advil or something like that.

They help me up the stairs, and I do all the things he told me, and
lay down on the couch and cried for awhile.

Whatever I did to the Powers That Be, I take it back!

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.i-love-cats.com/meow/glsummer/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

On Tue 29 Mar 2005 02:12:11p, wrote in rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
):

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Youch. I hope you heal quickly. Ice is good.

--
Cheryl

"The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited
breath."
- W.C. Fields

In article
outpets.com,
"Gabey8" wrote:

OUCH! Prayers and purrs that you recover quickly! I know only too well
what
it's like to hurt an ankle OR a knee.

So my advice is to do the "RICE" (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation)
think
for your knee AND your ankle. That probably means you'll need two ace
bandages, unless you've got a brace or something else handy for the knee
or the ankle.

Anti-inflammatories are your friends, too. As per an emergency room doc
(did I mention I know how it is to injure a knee or an ankle?) some years
ago, Tylenol helps with pain but not inflammation. For inflammation,
swelling, etc, you want to take aspirin or one of the other NSAID meds.

HOWEVER... keep track of how you're feeling. And if you don't feel like
you're improving fast enough, or if the discomfort is just too much to
deal with or it's too hard to get around, go to the ER or your regular
doctor anyway. Maybe you DO need to make sure nothing's broken, or maybe
you would do well to be using crutches, a brace, or a cane for a while.

I can empathize with the "I'd rather see if I can get through this
myself,
first, instead of going to the emergency room". I've done it. (And I
wound
up going to the ER the next day, when the swelling and pain were WORSE
instead of better even after doing the RICE thing overnight.)

Use the criteria, "If my cat was in this kind of shape, would I be on my
way to the vet with the kitty right now?" And then treat yourself the
same
way. ;o)


Purrs. Good advice all, but I'd like to make one addition.

Ice is helpful for roughly the first 48 hours of a mild to moderate
injury (sorry, but within the overall scope of things, this is). Aside
from numbing it, ice helps slow the internal bleeding and other fluid
collection that leads to swelling and bruises.

At some point, all the fluid that is going to leak has done so, and
bruises start forming. When that happens, you want to help the fluids
flow out of the injured area back into the circulation. Heat,
preferably moist, ideally a whirlpool if you can stand it, is now
indicated.

Listen to your body. If the ice is starting to be uncomfortable in under
48 hours, try a hot compress and see if that makes you feel better. If
heat hurts, you might need to apply ice for a week.

wrote:



BOOM!

I go down, hard.

you got flattened , like roadkill. ouch!


I can't move.

I domn't think that is ok but whatever
I am glad that you are going on the road to recovery

mk5000

"her father was my boss, it was not conducive to our
friendship"--Shannon Doherty

On Tue, 29 Mar 2005 19:12:11 +0000, glsummer wrote:

Yesterday, I had to have my tax person, Barbara, do my taxes, as I do
every year. It's never fun, and it was worse this year because I had to
tell her it would be ahwile before I could pay her. Luckily, she's an old
friend and understanding, so it will be okay, and she *will* get paid.

So I leave there, granny cart in tow, expecting to go pick up some meds
for me needles for Cosmo, and groceries.

I never make it out of the lot.

There is a culvert there. I am very aware it is there. It is in my mind
to be careful, but for some reason, I am looking for where the bus stop is
and not thinking and

BOOM!

I go down, hard.

I can't move. I have fallen and I can't get up. And I feel like some
stupid helpless old lady. I have done something to my left knee, and
twisted my right ankle, and I'm in the cold in a wet culvert, with no one
around on the busiest street in town. I start screaming.

Luckily, a kind passerby, Angie, stops to help me up and call for an
ambulance on her cell phone (much as I hate those things, there are times
when they are a *good* thing). My left knee looks like raw meat. I am
dizzy, maybe in shock a little. The EMTs are nice fellows, and take a
look at everything. They don't think the ankle is broken, and don't think
the knee needs stitches. That's a relief, although I am in pain and can
hardly walk. They get me to the back of the ambulance to get warm and
tell me they can take me to the hospital or will take me home if I don't
feel I need to go to the hospital. Well, if nothing's broken and I don't
need stitches, I'd just as soon go home! So they kindly drive me home,
while I talk to the one ENT about his family of two Black Labs and one
cat, and my family of eight cats. He tells me to do the ice and elevation
thing on my ankle, and clean the wound on my knee with hydrogen peroxide
and then use antibiotic ointment, and take some Advil or something like
that.

They help me up the stairs, and I do all the things he told me, and lay
down on the couch and cried for awhile.

Whatever I did to the Powers That Be, I take it back!

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.i-love-cats.com/meow/glsummer/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Well -- if you are back using the computer, you have already started to
heal. I' fell by tripping over an uneven sidewalk and ended up with a
broken hip (about 12 years ago) It is a horrible feeling to fall down
and now be able to get up. Purrs for a speedy recovery. MLB

wrote:


Whatever I did to the Powers That Be, I take it back!

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'


Mega-purrs that there's no underlying damage & that the pain, swelling
and stiffness go away quickly.


--
Elise (supervised by Gossamer & Jeeves)
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wrote:
Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Lots of healing purrs going your way!

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wrote:

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

OUCH! Lots of purrs heading your way, Ginger-lyn.


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wrote in message
...
Yesterday, I had to have my tax person, Barbara, do my taxes, as I do
every year. It's never fun, and it was worse this year because I had
to tell her it would be ahwile before I could pay her. Luckily, she's
an old friend and understanding, so it will be okay, and she *will*
get paid.

So I leave there, granny cart in tow, expecting to go pick up some
meds for me needles for Cosmo, and groceries.

I never make it out of the lot.

There is a culvert there. I am very aware it is there. It is in my
mind to be careful, but for some reason, I am looking for where the
bus stop is and not thinking and

BOOM!

I go down, hard.

I can't move. I have fallen and I can't get up. And I feel like some
stupid helpless old lady. I have done something to my left knee, and
twisted my right ankle, and I'm in the cold in a wet culvert, with no
one around on the busiest street in town. I start screaming.

Luckily, a kind passerby, Angie, stops to help me up and call for an
ambulance on her cell phone (much as I hate those things, there are
times when they are a *good* thing). My left knee looks like raw
meat. I am dizzy, maybe in shock a little. The EMTs are nice
fellows, and take a look at everything. They don't think the ankle is
broken, and don't think the knee needs stitches. That's a relief,
although I am in pain and can hardly walk. They get me to the back of
the ambulance to get warm and tell me they can take me to the hospital
or will take me home if I don't feel I need to go to the hospital.
Well, if nothing's broken and I don't need stitches, I'd just as soon
go home! So they kindly drive me home, while I talk to the one ENT
about his family of two Black Labs and one cat, and my family of eight
cats. He tells me to do the ice and elevation thing on my ankle, and
clean the wound on my knee with hydrogen peroxide and then use
antibiotic ointment, and take some Advil or something like that.

They help me up the stairs, and I do all the things he told me, and
lay down on the couch and cried for awhile.

Whatever I did to the Powers That Be, I take it back!

Ginger-lyn
hurtin', swellin' and achin'

Ouch, Ginger-lyn! Purrs for a quick recovery.
Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe