stumbled and hurt myself yesterday

[redbird]

I was walking forward on a moving bus yesterday, stumbled, and landed on/across a bench seat. I don't think I'm seriously hurt, but this left me with several bruises. I iced the ones on my calves as soon as I got home, but that was ten or fifteen minutes later. I tried soaking in a hot bath, which did help, but first I discovered that the stopper in our bathtub no longer works, and had to improvise something with a plastic bag and a ceramic rice bowl. The other bruises include one along a bone on the top of my right foot, one on my torso that I only noticed this morning, and maybe more I've lost track of. And I think at the bottom of each leg, where the top of my boots circles the legs; that was definitely bothering me last night, though it didn't look bruised at the time.

A night's sleep helped some, enough that I walked down to Davis Square with cattitude this afternoon, because walking and daylight are good for me, it was sunny and mild (for Massachusetts in February, 5°C/42°F), and the forecast for the next few days isn't promising.

I had been vaguely considering going to the Women's March on Boston Common tomorrow, despite the cold, but decided against that almost immediately after getting hurt. I probably will go to the Winter Farmers Market tomorrow morning and see about more vegetables, smoked fish, and maybe some interesting bread and/or cheese. (That market is one of the best things about living in this bit of Somerville.)

Comments

[minoanmiss]

*sends you ameliorative vibes*

[alatefeline]

*hugs offered* I'm sorry to hear that you got hurt! I hope your recovery is swift and smooth. I'm glad you were still able to Do Things today.

[redbird]

Thanks. I have Done some Things today, as well--both some paid work (at my desk) and a trip to the winter farmers market--and am now going to stay home for a while because of bad weather: some mix of snow, sleet, and maybe even freezing rain, followed by a rapid temperature drop tomorrow.

The nice person who runs the local news website UniversalHub.com has set the French Toast alert level at four slices, on a scale from 1 (nothing happening) to 5 (severe). I have almost a dozen eggs, enough milk to make French toast and still have milk in my tea, and both challah and raisin bread.

[otter]

I hope you heal up well and quickly, though I know in my own middle age it can take a bit longer than it used to.

I ought to go to the winter market here, sometime. My business partner is often there, selling our bags.