slow down you move too fast…

the Bloody pants

The staff at the museum take a shuttle bus from the parking garage to the museum.  Yesterday morning, rushing up the garage stairs to catch the shuttle, which was just about to drive off, I tripped and fell, and the edge of the travertine stair sliced through my knee. Ohmygod it hurt like hell, and bled a lot.

A fall at work means a trip to the Security Department’s first aid room, and Worker’s Comp forms.  Peter, the Security supervisor who cleaned my leg, told me the cut was deep and thought it needed stitches. He offered to call an ambulance! Good lord.

I normally go straight to my chiropractor when I fall. I’ve learned that even a little slip at home especially where you put out your hands to stop the fall, can cause muscle problems later, and lucky me, Dr Khalsa is a really good chiropractor.

Peter said, “Forget the chiropractor this time. You need to go see the Worker’s Comp doctor.”

I listened to him, and went to the clinic. I had to wait an hour.  I was weighed, my pulse and temperature were taken, and answered a long list of questions about my medical history, and my parents medical histories… “Yes my mother’s still with us- she’s 94. My father would be 100 if he were still with us. Yes I drink coffee. Yes I drink a little alcohol.  No I don’t smoke.”…

I came in for a cut on my leg!!??

I was given a tetanus shot, and it took 5 stitches to sew up the wound (oy what a crazy curved needle. I couldn’t look.)

While I waited for the doctor to stitch me up  I kicked myself because I didn’t have my camera with me, but then I remembered my cell phone. I know how to use that camera because on March 17, 2010 a very nice teenage girl at the museum taught me. I took a nice shot of my “wound”, but I have no clue how to transfer the photos to my computer. Yesterday’s photos are lost along with all the others “somewhere” in my cell phone.

Lying sleepless, and in pain last night, Simon and Garfunkel found me, and sang “59th Street Bridge”  in my ear

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.

Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in’ doo-doo,
Feelin’ groovy.

Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.

A message from my higher self to stop rushing, stop running, sit for a moment…?

I went for an acupuncture treatment this morning, and oh boy I feel so much better. I highly recommend acupuncture.  Lying on the table I told Reiko, my Acupuncture Doctor, to read my lips:

I will never again run for that shuttle bus, even if it means I ‘clock-in’ late!”

She cheered.


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4 Responses to slow down you move too fast…

  1. REIKO says:

    Luckily you did not break your hip or elbow when you fall down. “Yo-katta-ne!”

  2. mj says:

    ooh and ouch and eina and “bichera” – blood and stiches too and a huge adventure to follow! I guess the up-side is the wonderful story to tell afterwards! I hope you are not feeling too sore today and you are still remembering to “slow down”.

  3. E fullstop says:

    Oh boy, sounds painful! In my adult life, I’ve had two ugly falls…once during a bike accident, on my left side and on my mother’s birthday; and another time I tripped while jogging, on my right side and on father’s birthday. And in the same year. No stitches for me, though! Just a visit to urgent care, a tetanus shot and lots of bandages.

    You’re right about slowing down and not chasing any buses. This I learned from the Mel Brooks and the 2000 Year Old Man. Have a listen…at least until the third minute:

    • dearrosie says:

      Thanks for the 2,000 year old man clip. heh heh…
      Every morning at the parking garage I’m going to sing, “I’ll never run for a bus, there’ll always be another….”

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