Saturday June 24 2017  THE REST OF THE STORY

Sometimes situations are not as simple as I might hope them to be.  So it is with the fall I had this past Monday.  Manifestations of pain seemed to sneak up on me as the days past.  I expected the third day post fall would be my peak day for pain.  But I have one pain that just seems to exhibit new symptoms daily.  I went to the chiropractor yesterday thinking I could have a back adjustment and perhaps that would take away the burning spot of pain in my back that has reared its head a bit more intensely each passing day.  I stood with my face toward the upright adjustment table and the doctor began to lower me to a prone position.  As the table lowered me face down the pain intensified to the extent that it was intolerable.  He immediately brought me back to an upright position.  He gave me a more thorough examination and discovered a rib that has been broken loose from the ribcage.  This broken rib counts as my 6^th broken rib in the last four years.

Broken ribs are a nuisance, and even more so, A PAINFUL NUISANCE!  I had mentioned to Dave several times that I thought I had a broken rib but I wasn’t certain.  All my other breaks in my ribs were at the tips of the rib, not where they attached in the back area.  The stand-in doctor I saw on Monday did not diagnose the detachment as he did not examine me thoroughly.  He was the same doctor I had last year that said I didn’t have broken ribs from the fall in August only to have it confirmed three days later by an x-ray, that yes indeed, I did have three broken ribs.  I had a suspicion that this rib was broken before it was confirmed yesterday.  I chose to not have an x-ray.  There is nothing that can be done about a broken rib except limiting my movements so it can heal in place.  Breathing deeply is also painful at this stage of healing.  But, I will continue to do what I can do within my limits.  AND…I SOLEMNLY PROMISE TO SLOW DOWN AND BE MORE AWARE OF WHAT IS ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF ME. 

My tri-focal lenses and diminished vision is sometimes the culprit for not noticing what is on the ground.  I do not have good depth of perception.  My friend who is 86 years old wrote me this week and told me that her greatest fear at this stage of her life is falling.  Her comment opened my eyes to the importance of me, protecting me, from bodily harm by being more aware of my movements.  I don’t think I need another wake-up-call.

Saturday is not a normal blog day but I still wanted to document my situation due to my fall.  Logging in my blog (journal) often helps me pinpoint certain events and their significance.  So sorry if hearing about an old woman’s woe is boring or sounds like a complaint.  I can’t help being old, but I certainly do not mean anything I say to be a complaint.  Just the facts ma’am, just the facts!

SO FUTURE GENERATIONS…

Kathleen Martens

June 24 2017

Just the facts in mundane prose

Might be as boring as blowing a nose.

But I capture events on paper

Because my memory seems to taper.

So I speak what I want to say,

Write a poem and go on my way.

And leave the rest for others to guess

I’m extremely careful as to what I confess.

There is always secrecy from the outside in,

Things I tell to very few friends.

But I enjoy writing a bit of my history

So future generations may enjoy my mystery.

Thank You God that my body is created to heal.

Thank You Jesus that You know how I feel.

Thank You God that there is still much I can do,

But most of all Heavenly Father, thank You for being YOU!

Have a great day.

GOD BLESS YOU