My kids and I were waiting for hubby in the supermarket carpark one day. It was hot, so we got out of the car and were standing in the shade. As hubby appeared, we all turned to go back to our car, only I caught my foot on one of those stupid bollards they put in carparks to stop idiots from not stopping. I went down like a sack of potatoes, measuring my length on the bitumen, grazing my elbows and squashing my - er - ladybits quite mercilessly. Embarrassed, I leaped to my feet again and went on my way, kids laughing uproariously at me. (Toads!)
I thought nothing of it. It was just a silly fall. Three weeks later, I mentioned it to my doctor and told her the bruising still hadn't quite gone away. She sent me for x-rays and I had broken two of the 'crunchy' bones in my hand (trapezoid and scaphoid). I got a thorough ticking-off from the doctor and was told I could wind up with infections or really bad arthritis through not having the bones set correctly.
The moral of the story is, you can do lots of damage without even realising it. A fall from a horse is serious and you should make sure you haven't done anything that might come against you later on. Now, be a good Wendy and get that checkup! You had all of us worried sick!
PS. What's the first thing you'd say to Tab if she had a bad fall???
I'm praying for you.
- Cinnamon Cockatiel (1 y.o)
(17 y.o)
And you are in a lot more pain than me!
