I don't think I can actually say I'm venting but, at the moment, I'm just plain old hurting.
Yesterday I took a short drive to Paris (Tennessee, that is) to scope out the shopping there. It's kind of a small and quaint area that Glenn and I have gone to a number of times on the motorcycle. It's also where the best barbecue can be found. Gotta have our priorities.
At any rate, I had just made my first stop (at the barbecue place) to buy a rack of ribs. The last time we were there on the bike, Glenn commented on how good they looked. Since I was going to Paris yesterday, it only seemed reasonable that I should stop and get some ribs for supper.
I got out of the car and walked the few feet to the building, didn't see a rise in the concrete, and tripped and fell. Hard, full forward on both my knees, palms and stomach. There was NOTHING to grab to stop the fall.
Now, I have a very bad right knee and hit it the hardest. Fortunately I was wearing heavy sneakers and jeans, so there was no real broken skin, etc. Although, my right knee did get sort of a rug burn and a heck of a bump because that's what hit first. Swelled up such that my jeans felt like a tourniquet.
One of the employees saw me fall and came out to help me up and assist in gathering up my keys and purse. There was a bench nearby and he helped me there to sit for a minute to gather my thoughts. I felt pretty well, but was hugely sick to my stomach from hitting the ground so hard. It was all concrete/asphalt.
So...I bought the ribs and went on my way. Finished my tour of Paris and drove home.
By the time I arrived home, my knees were throbbing (especially the right one) and the swelling had continued. I could bend everything, so I felt assured that nothing was broken. Did notice that, when I fell, I must've stubbed my toes on my left foot because the nail on the big toe is almost off. Well, crap, just in time for sandal weather.
Had a pretty miserable night last night in spite of my doses of Excedrin and ice packs. Today's so-so and the swelling is going down, but the technicolor is beginning to show itself.
I've stayed off my feet since arriving home yesterday and will continue to do so well into tomorrow. I'll determine what I do tomorrow based on how tonight goes and how I feel in the morning. We have nothing pressing to do, so I can be a lazy slug if I want. It's rainy, cold and crappy outside and I'm not eager to spend time there. If it were sunny and nice, that'd be another story.
Anywho...guess this is what happens when one officially becomes a senior citizen. At least that's what Glenn says since I signed up on Tuesday for social security.
He must have been feeling sorry for me because he turned down the bed and had everything ready for me before I came to bed. I can see there are some advantages to this "helpless" thing.
On the bright side, maybe I'll audition for a part in a TV western. Glenn keeps calling me "Chester."