Monday, May 21, 2012
I'm falling. I'm falling. I'm falling for one I love.
However, it's not as bad as it looks in this picture. I stayed downstairs in the lobby today, to watch the costumes walk by from the Bay to Breakers run. BossLady told me about the aloe vera plants in the courtyard, so I kept using it on the bloody gash.
I should start at the beginning, huh.
Saturday night, I went out into our courtyard at 10:30pm to throw the ball for Annie for a few minutes. She's been cooped up since my Fatigue Bout, plus she needed to pee and poo. (Which is not allowed on the property.) As I walked along the perfect sidewalk, well lit by people's porch lights, down I went. On my way down, I worried about my dentures. Then after I hit, my brain. I saw stars. I don't remember falling on my head before, but I won't forget this one. I hit knees, (already scabbed from previous falls), elbows, the heels of my hands and my head. Hard. And then I couldn't get up, because my bones had turned into some sort of limp, useless things that I was ashamed to call my own.
At first, Annie was all, oh goody, we're playing on the ground. Then when she realized I wouldn't throw the ball anymore, and then I wasn't using her to get up like I usually do, and she heard someone slide their windows shut (about 20 apartments view the courtyard), she put the ball down and stuck her entire body along mine. Because I was on cement and my knees are already tender, I couldn't crawl over to the bench about 20 feet away without some severe pain. So I bundled up my shawl and stuck it under one knee at a time for a few crawling "steps". Annie kept getting in front of me, and finally, I was strong enough to get myself up with her help. Then I was nauseous. I sat on the bench for a few minutes. I finally walked back to my studio, and the clock said 11:30pm. Since I had thrown the ball for Annie only a few times, I was down on the ground for quite a while!
Then I called my sister, 12:30am, her time, cause I was afraid to look at my face by myself! And whether I would need stitches. And using Peroxide = I would need moral support! She calmed me down while I cleaned the blood off my face and determined whether I was dingy or not.
So yesterday, after applying many layers of aloe vera, without a mirror, as I was watching the Bay to Breakers costumes walk by, several people would comment on how it was starting to bruise. I thought to myself, "Well, the doctor will sure believe me when I see her on Tuesday".
But when I went home and showered, it all washed off! The brown stuff was the aloe vera. I walked into the shower looking like a bad-ass dude ette, and walked out of the shower looking like a wimp. Who knew?