Help! I've fallen and can't
decided to treat myself to a pedicure, bright pink toes for
summer. I went to the manicure shop at Walmart since I had other
shopping to do also. After my nails were done, I headed for the
shopping carts. Suddenly, I felt myself flying. As the floor
rose up to greet my face, I realized I had fallen down.
Naturally, since I was right in front of all
the checkout counters, people came running from all directions.
"Are you okay?" "Are you hurt?" I was
mentally congratulating myself for not hitting my head on the
floor. "I'm okay," I said, meaning "I'm
My knee was throbbing like crazy, but the
worst part was the embarrassment. People wanted to help me, but
it was difficult to stand up. Two strong male employees appeared
from the nether regions of the store and stood me up like a
My left leg was rubber and buckled under me.
Except for the good guys holding me up, I would have fallen
again. Another worker rushed to get me a motorized cart. I
decided to skip the shopping and go home. The Walmart guys
followed me to my car and helped me get in.
In spite of the bad things people say about
Walmart, their employees responded like polished pros in an
emergency. Without them, I would still be laying on the floor.
My left leg was on fire and melting fast.
"I think I will drive to the ER," I thought. Then I
realized I could drive to the ER, but I could not get from the
car to the hospital. I briefly considered 911 but decided it was
not that much of an emergency. I drove home, only a few miles,
scooted inside and sat on the kitchen floor to call Honey at
work to come home and take me to the ER.
Hospital emergency rooms are always crazy
places. Honey took me inside in a wheelchair but had to move the
car, which was blocking traffic. By the time he got back, one of
the other patients had helped me register on a kiosk and pushed
me to the waiting area. "Where is the medical staff?"
Eventually, I was admitted and taken to a
curtained stretcher in the back. Since I had been a patient at
the hospital before, the story of my life was already in the
computer. The ER doctor eventually concluded my knee was not
broken. He gave me a brace, a prescription for pain meds and
advised me to follow up with an orthopedic doctor.
It was a long holiday weekend, and I could not
see my doctor until Monday. I managed to miss all the Fourth of
July festivities while stuck at home in a wheelchair. When I
finally went to see an orthopedic doctor, he agreed that it was
not broken and insisted that nothing much was wrong.
"What happens when you try to walk?"
"It hurts really bad, buckles, and I fall
"Try to walk."
I managed to drag my leg for a few steps,
thinking all the time I was going to hit the floor again.
"Maybe you strained it. Use a walker for
a month and come back. It could be cracked and not showing up
I'm on my feet now instead of in a wheelchair.
The knee seems to be getting a little stronger, but still tries
My life as an invalid is not pretty. I can't
do the tasks of daily living without help. The men at my house
are not caretakers or housekeepers and things have gone south
My beautiful pink pedicure was ruined by the
fall. But I'm not going back to get it redone. I've decided that
no pedicure is worth breaking a leg.