It had been a pretty good day. We met the mother-daughters at the river and although it was pretty crowded we did our best to social distance and enjoy the time but people were just so heedless that Mr. Moon and I finally just packed up and came home. I fixed up some old work shorts of Glen’s with a new button and a patch and snapped some beans. I unloaded the dishwasher where I’d put the hummingbird feeder and I made up some fresh nectar and was headed out the door to hang it in the back yard. We’d just had a tremendous rain and I put on my back porch Crocs which are really sort of dangerous shoes and while going down the steps my feet slid right out from under me. I hit the steps hard and just sat there stunned for a moment, knowing I’d done something serious. I gathered my wits and my breath and carefully stood up and walked over and hung the feeder.
My diagnosis is that I’ve busted a rib. I hit hard on my right side on my back and from what I’ve read that’s probably what I did. It feels sorta funky.
Drs. Google all seem to say that there’s not a damn thing you can do for a broken rib. I can take deep breaths although there is a little pain at the site when I do. I am not vomiting. Moving and twisting are tricky. I’ll be taking it easy for awhile. I’d already prepped some supper and it was going to be awesome. Pork chops with cherries, figs, and peaches.
That’s not going to happen.
Whenever I have injured myself before, I’ve been very aware of the endogenous opioids that my brain releases and I’ve got a nice little buzz going right now.
And there’s a hummingbird at the feeder.
Please don’t tell me to go to the doctor. I will if things change. My husband is being most caring and attentive and my children are all texting me with love and concern. Arnica has been applied.
Right now Tallahassee is a hot spot for the virus and I’d just as soon not add that sort of exposure to my worries.
Gonna be an interesting night. But I’ll be cool!
Watch your steps, y’all.