As most of you know by now I had an accident yesterday. I was carrying my Christmas ornaments down the stairs at the Sammy house when I went too fast and fell head-first down the stairs. What made the accident especially bad was I couldn’t catch myself because I was carrying the ornaments. This caused me to fly and ram my head into the wall with a lot of force. It was a sad site- me at the bottom of the stairs laying like a lump in terrible pain. Being all alone at the house I called everyone with no luck at first. Fortunately an interested tenant was coming to look at the house a few minutes after the fall. I texted him to come inside and explained my situation. The man’s name was Mark, and he was very kind to me. (I joked that this was not my usual sales pitch!) He got me ice and made sure an ambulance wasn’t necessary.
Eventually I reached my aunt Carol, and my uncle Jon came to my rescue. My Dad was also a consoling voice over the phone and Bruce Grist came over to make sure I was ok. Jon took me to the doctor’s and they did some x-rays (oh that was painful!). To my surprise and relief there were no broken or fractured bones- just muscle spasms, tares and bruises. Before I left the doctors they gave me a shot for the pain and some meds to help later on. It was a great experience at the doctors. I went to an urgent care in American Fork, and they were very thorough and thoughtful. The doctor even called me at night to make sure I was ok. Isn’t that great service?
The doctors didn’t want me to be alone so my friend Emilee came over and kept me company. I also got a ton of calls, texts and facebook posts from friends all over the country promising to pray for me and expressing concern. I suppose the one benefit to these types of crisis is you realize all the people who care for you. It warmed my heart.
I was warned by the doctor that today would be more painful, and I don’t know about more, but it hasn’t reduced. I had a rough night even with the drugs (they helped but didn’t negate the pain). Its in kind of a weird spot on my back that makes it hard to get comfortable. I was especially annoyed when I got a call for the houses at 6:25 am! Are you kidding me? Think about the clock people! I didn’t answer it of course but it still woke me up. I told my Dad I just couldn’t deal with work today. Thankfully he was understanding.
I’d like to thank everyone who helped- particularly my Uncle Jon for taking me to the doctors, Bruce and Tracy Grist for bringing my car down and moving the rest of my Christmas stuff (I told them I wouldn’t be in the mood to do that for some time), Dr. Newman at the Insta-care, Bishop Hyland for arranging a blessing and getting my prescriptions, my Dad for his ability to calm me down when I was in shock, Emilee Russell for coming to sit with me yesterday and Mark Ursick for his kind initial response. Thanks also for all the love showered upon me. With no broken bones I am hoping to heal quickly and am following all the doctors orders so I can be back on my feet soon. I am not going to let this put a damper on my fitness quest. It is simply a bump (or fall!) along the way. Thanks also for your prayers on my behalf. Keep them coming!