drahmah
Written by Mary Beth   
Monday, September 06, 2010
If you know me you know that I tend to be on the dramatic side.  Just a wee bit.

I'm rolling my eyes at myself right now.

Earlier today we were at the Texas Branch's house with kids runnin' wild and Dan's bro BBQing.  It had rained making the decking wet enough that a few of the kids slipped and fell.  I guess I was feeling a little left out on the action.  Though, I did not enter the decking area somehow I think my sandal bottoms got wet.  I was going back and forth from inside to out puttsing around trying to figure out what to do since my sister-in-law was on a long distance phone call, the kids were either napping or happily playing, and the men were overseeing the burning, I mean BBQing meat.  As I stepped out the door somehow one of my feet slipped on the metal threshold and down the three steep steps I fell.  Falling probably isn't really the right word.  Let me see.  More like bouncing, bumping, and rolling and then splat.

On my way down I noticed Irish Boy (6 yo) was in my way.  I knew I would crush the poor child if I landed on him.  I figured I could lift him up and out of the way as I landed.  Didn't quite happen as I imagined and I think it looked more like a mom pushing her kid out of the way (I was going to say "it looked more like a defensive end tackling a quarterback because of the word picture but then realized that wasn't accurate so now you have to deal with the boring picture of a woman who weighs 100 pounds more than her small child coming at him like a freight train from the sky . . .).

Once I made my ever so delicate landing (*snort* NOT!) and laid face down (thankfully there was a tiny step down from my shoulders up so that I didn't do a face plant).  I just hung out there for awhile.  I was trying not to go hysterical because I was afraid I'd hurt my son.  At the time he claimed to be unhurt.

I also hung around on the ground for awhile because it didn't hurt at all going down.  And I didn't feel anything for awhile after the splat.  My greek god only saw me as I hit my hip and was rolling at the bottom.  He came over and fixed my dress for me. Blush.  I told him to check Irish Boy when he asked if I was ok.  All I could think about was him.  Once I found out he was fine then I could relax.

I wasn't ready to move for awhile.  I finally started feeling the pain on the left side and felt convinced enough that I had not broken anything.  My greek god helped me to my feet and into the house.

As I was sitting with ice applied to some of my owies I had some time to reflect on what happened.  I realized that Irish Boy was stunned (he never saw me coming and ended up on the ground) and started to "shut down" (as we call it in our family).  Oh how my heart ached when I realized that he wasn't expressing himself.  He finally told me that he did get hurt but couldn't tell me where and then just before bed tonight he showed me where his scratches were.  I know he's still holding back but I'm grateful for him being more open.

I keep thinking back to my fall and am amazed that all I got, so far as I can tell, are some ouchy scrapes on my leg and arm along with my ankles not feeling the best and a sore thigh/hip.  I feel some pain in my lower back and on of my shoulder blades as well.  But that's it.  Not even a drop of blood!  I expect to be sore tomorrow.  I took some Motrin and soaked in the spa here at the complex followed by a hot shower.  I think I'll be visiting the spa for the next couple of days to help keep my muscles relaxed.

God was so very kind, merciful, and gracious.  He protected me BIG TIME today.  I didn't hit my head or tail bone, etc. etc. etc.  Nothing seems broken.  Thank You, Lord for Your protection and Your kindness to my family today.  Thank You, thank You, thank You!

So very grateful to have a story that we will laugh about someday (instead of cry).

- it's blahg!  mb


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YOUCH!
Thursday 09 September 2010, 04:21
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