oh no, no, no..broken hip....terrible news.
okay...I will tell...she and I may have been psychically joined on that day...lol..I fell coming up the back steps. Hair hanging in my face, wearing shoes I don't normally wear, back steps are not code, risers are off a bit. Well, it's funny, once you reach this age, perhaps they should hand you a helmet...I see a real market there, interestingly designed helmets for old ladies. I fell a year ago, taking an armload of things into St Vincent's and did a face plant, landing on my nose. I was stunned, I'd never fallen like this before and I can testify that bruised ribs can take 6 months to get over, landed on my nose and couldn't believe it did not break.
Well, on Sunday when I fell, I knew what was coming...there's that briefest of moments when your brain says..."yep, goin down" and the cell or muscle memory kicks in and you manage to get your arms beneath you so you don't bruise those ribs again...and you land on your 'eye socket'. Nothing got hurt except that area and now I can say I've had a black eye. I was waiting for Jer to get back from town and we were going to brookings to meet Rebecca and some other friends for lunch and my first thought was that I would need stitches and did not want the bother of that, so was relieved and surprised to find no blood. My second thought was that I'm going to have to be more aware, because I've never broken anything except a collarbone when I was a year old and don't remember.
Breaking a hip is such bad news.....