The fact is that moving, competing and over training cost me a bit of energy and enthusiasm. That is simply life. To keep that from happening to others, I will try to catch y'all up to date.....as I did not ever lose my love for the run on the open road. With music, it is my "road dance" that I love.
Realization of a bad fall began to set in as I got inside the door and began to warm up. Burning pain now was felt particularly my left knee and right elbow. My tummy burned a bit strangely. A quick peak of my abdomen showed road rash. I headed into the bathroom and began to peel off my running clothes like one peels a banana. Hat and gloves first, then unzipped my jacket. Pain was now full bore on my elbow...and as I gingerly tried to remove my right sleeve, I saw that inside the white sleeve was blood, and the fabric of the jacket lining was embedded and dried into my right elbow. I stopped pulling and sat down and tried to remove my tights, with the same pain in both knees, worse on the right. The tights are black, and again, no tear in fabric, no signs of seeping blood, but the tights were similarly embedded into both knees, deeper on the right than the left, and not giving way to gentle pulling. By now the nerve cells were all screaming, and I was home alone with a big mess. Removing my shoes and socks was difficult and painful, but I did and then I limped to the shower, turned the water on and got in.....I knew I needed to remove the fabric as gently as possible and then somehow disinfect the big deep open areas, and find a suitable way to bandage myself up and prevent infection. The warm water pelting down did not help the pain, but was necessary to moisten the wounds and get them cleaned out. Soap, water and need to ignore pain to get the job done was all I could focus on. After washing my wounds out, I left my clothes in the shower on the floor, grabbed a towel and began patting dry around the wounds, and taking a survey. deep open abrasions and contusions were on my right knee, Left arm near elbow, with more superficial abrasions of my tummy, both forearms, hands, and my right knee. I was glad I did not face plant. Fully warmed up to room temp, now everything hurt to one degree or anther. As a nurse, I was trying to be objective and take care of myself, but since just unpacking I knew I did not have the type of bandages in the right size to cover these nasty bleeding wounds. I also knew I needed to put antibiotic cream on them, preferably the Neosporin with pain relief (lidocaine) and ice down the muscle aches and bruised areas that lost all the skin, and I needed covering bandages that would not stick to do this. Telfa pads or gel pads, nonstick gauze and large nonstick bandaids....but how to get them? To get to the store, I needed to cover them. I did not know any neighbors yet........ how to even walk to knock on a door to ask for help.... so I try to call my husband. He is usually all day long helping people with far more serious problems, so I try not to bother him. First call on his cell gets the usual no answer. I text him a few pictures and wait a bit. Bruising and scrapes were ugly. He came home with supplies!
He texts back asking if I need help. I tell him what I need is nonstick bandages and help wrapping up, will probably figure it out if he is busy. He saw the pictures and when he had a break, left work to bring me what I needed and helped with the first bandaging before heading back to the hospital. I was now propped on pillows, with ice packs and bandaged up, tylenol taken and waiting for relief. Continuing the run was not the best thing I could have done I am guessing now. I was right it would be a good week until I felt even tempted to run.
I found myself airborne for a second and then again sprawled on rough macadam surface. Both palms had lost skin, deeply. The jarring was again intense. My right knee that had just begun to scab up and look like it would heal up was all ripped open again, and deeper. I was distraught. I began to wish someone would come by and drive me home, help me.......no one was out. Tears streaming, and limping badly I slowly walked home. This time, it hit me emotionally. How could I have fallen again?? there were no cracks or seams in the road? I had been carefully watching. After getting home, I cleaned up, and before bandaging sat in the bathroom alone and sobbed. I am strong, I have been through a lot and survived. I did not understand this reaction inside myself. After more than a half hour, I had cried it out. I love my runs, and was feeling distraught that I might be finished. I then redressed my new wounds and by now my right knee looked totally smashed and like a ragged pot hole. It had only been a few weeks and being super careful, this fall blindsided my sensibilities. I curled up in a soft blanket, with my meds and ice packs, and tried to sleep. Two weeks went by with no attempt to walk any distance or run. I mentioned via email to my Speech Therapist, Amy Wilson, in my previous town, what had happened and how it upset me. Amy initially advised me to go back to my computer and continue my exercises to increase my attention, a problem that persisted post SAH. Admittedly, I got back into my living, and had let this fall by the wayside.
A day later she messaged to me and said she had talked with the person who had been my Physical Therapist, Jason. He told Amy, that he had noticed and told me that he noted a toe lag on one foot when my muscles on that side got tired. I have no memory of this. But I won't forget now. His recommendation after I heal up, was to break my miles up, and not run so much in one day, not to run every day and to build up slower. His best guess was that the nerve/muscle on the one affected side would tire, and my toes would lag and I was tripping myself that way. Since I followed all of their wise advice, no more falls. As spring was passing I got out and ran shorter runs, slower and just tried to enjoy the cool spring weather while it lasted.
Now into the hot Texas summer, with heat in the high 90s with high humidity, I am not running. My last run was this one.
Building a pool to do some water aerobics in for me is underway. It should be finished next week.
Sorry for my absence, and neglect of this blog. In my mind, its purpose had been fulfilled as it lead up to my biggest race. One cannot stop encouraging fitness, and falls are part of this apparently. But getting up, getting back into being active is what keeps me going. I will keep giving my followers encouragement, and experience, even the falls in life.