well… it’s happened.
I fell on my ass. hard.
I predicted this would happen at least twice this year… so, one down?
it was right under the Noyes street CTA, there was a 2×3 foot patch of ice on a slight decline, and I hit it, dead on. Fell right on my ass. And, unfortunately, I used my wrists to catch me — so I landed on them with all my weight first.
People around me asked if I was okay, and in shock I said I was okay (just really embarrassed)… no one helped me up… not even one of my old work friends who was behind me. He just gave me a look and kept going. Jackass.
When I went to open one of the doors, my wrist popped. And that’s when I actually realized, hey I’m in a lot of pain. The shock of hitting my ass so hard finally wore off and I ended up having to fight back tears. I already had bruising by that point. I get into the office, call a nurse at my doctor’s office… and then go tell my boss that I’m going to the hospital. That’s when I lost it. All the emotion built up from the fall just released — and released onto my boss.
My boss talked with the main office, and Tasneem — our temp PA — drove me to the ER. Some poking, a lot of pain, more crying, more poking, some xrays, some ice…. then some rest. At this point, we can’t see if I’ve fractured my wrist yet. I managed to land on a very finicky bone. So in a week I’ll go see a bone specialist, do some more xrays and find out if I did any damage. So I’ve got a cast (sort of) on my left wrist and a small splint on my right. It’s just ice, rest, and over the counter pain killers for the next week.
What we need in the US is better signage to warn us of these dangers….