Due to my poor eyesight and a glitch in moving my last post from Word over to Substack, the 2nd paragraph of my tale of woe has omitted. It is now restored in its proper spot below.
Reality bit me pretty hard when I tripped on a parking slab and headed down to the asphalt. Fortunately, I had time to take two steps and get my hands up, so my head was cushioned by that and my floppy hat. Deep cuts, bruises, abrasions on back of both hands, both elbows, knees and arm.
Came home where my wife Melanie, a retired nurse, washed the wounds, put on bacitracin, bandaged me up. The next day she saw my hand still swollen and suggested to go to the nearby clinic.
I got the wounds cleaned up at Vanderbilt Walk-in in Lion’s Head and had X-rays there. got an antiiotic prescription, a tetanus shot and then received a CT scan at their Bellevue facility. No concussion but brain found.
It took 8 days to get the X-rays read. I went to a different Vandy Walk-in, this one for ortho incidents. I was put on a new antibiotic as I’d finished the regimen from the initial treatment. And . . . you guessed it, I turned out to b allergic to the sulfa-based medication. I spent about a week running a low-grade fever before I saw my PCP, Dr. Laida Sloan, who immediately diagnosed me and got the correct medication for me.
As I am almost never sick, I was pretty freaked out. That spill could have taken me down for the count – it was only quick reactions and generally good physical condition that saved me. That and the grace of a higher power I rec
THanks, a reminder to be more careful. Hope you're well!
I like to consider it a spill but year, I've slowed and widened my pace in these geezer years