After a Few Disaterous Distractions, Time for Daydreams Is Delayed: Part III

My son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren arrived from far away Minnesota about a week before graduation. We had a lot of...

Distractions

Monday: Pony rides with the grandchildren of TWO of my best friends from high school. It was GREAT to see both of them and for our little ones to begin a third generation of friendship. Our first-born "kids" all have birthdays within 5 days of each other in late October...but in 1979, 1980 and 1981. They all played together as kids, and now their kids got to get together. It was so fun. Pony Pizza Party was awesome!

Tuesday: I had to go to a class for diabetics, so not much fun that day :-(

Wednesday: Zoo...tons of fun with my daughter-in-law and the kids.

Thursday: Mini-golfing, then baccalaureate

Friday: Graduation.Since my husband works as an administrator at the school district, he was able to hand our daughter her diploma. It was an amazing moment. And, I didn't cry. Really. I don't know how that happened, but I didn't cry at all.

Saturday: Busy, busy, busy! Last minute shopping and preparations for the party on Sunday. The kids helped too. It was a lot of fun, a lot of chaos, and a lot of love.

Sunday: Graduation PARTY! We had a nice pavilion (with electrical outlets!) at a nearby park, by a lake. The weather was perfect! We had enough food. We had enough cold beverages. A good number of people showed up. As far as I can tell, everyone had a good time. I know I did. Then came clean up time...and...

Disaster Two

Everyone else had taken just about all of the party food and supplies to the cars to take home while I stayed at the pavilion with my four year-old grandson. When he went with his parents, I looked at what was left, two coolers full of ice and soft drinks and the extra crock pot, which was nearly full of meatballs.

I was told to just go back to the cars, but felt guilty about letting everyone else do all the work, so when I was alone, I picked up the crock pot and started on my way.

Tripped.

Fell.

HARD!

My knee hit the concrete hard...yes, the arthritic one that began this whole series of posts

My opposite elbow hit even harder.

I also hit my head and side of my face.

Next thing I hear is my son saying, "MOM, is that blood?"

I was sprawled out on the concrete in a puddle of sauce...and, yes, some of it was blood. I guess I wasn't alone after all.

Later, he said that he actually saw me go down..."like a felled tree" and ... apparently ... I "bounced" <sigh>

My left knee swelled up instantly. So did the left side of my face. My right elbow bled freely and was also swollen and both forearms were scraped and swollen. The arms would both develop bruises of their own.

My five year-old granddaughter said, "Grandma, next time, just drop the crack pot and save yourself!" To be honest, I really hope there is never a next time. But, if there is...I'll drop it.

The next day we had planned to go to Kennywood. I hated to ruin the fun, so we went. I hobbled about fairly well, considering. We talked about renting one of those electric scooters, but I managed much better than I thought I would.

Tuesday: We finally had a day of rest and relaxation.

Wednesday: They went back home.

Thursday: We had to go to college registration, an all day event.

The next Monday, I started my new job. Knee was still swollen and all the colors of the rainbow. Elbow still wouldn't stop bleeding (but not a lot) every single time I bent it. Face, luckily, was looking fine the day after the fall. The new job involves a lot of standing and walking. Thankfully, it also has some sitting time.

Today is two weeks since the fall. Knee is still swollen and achy. Elbow still wants to bleed, but only a little bit a few times a day. It is still swollen and very sore...and missing a chunk right at the tip. Things are improving. Slowly.

I am supposedly writing. I guess I am. I'm not writing what I'm supposed to be writing, though. I have four days to complete a friendly challenge. I accepted the challenge before things were so chaotic with a houseful of people, a new job, and injuries.

 I had some daydreams. I had some disasters. I had some distractions.