A few days a go, before I went to work in the morning, I was walking Maisie, the dog I’m currently looking after. She’s a lovely dog and an easy one to deal with, but she has a habit of wandering about from side to side when she’s on the lead. This particular morning, for no reason at all, she just stopped dead in front of me and I fell right over her, sprawling full length on the rough tarmac pavement. Thank goodness it was only 7am and there was no-one around to see what an idiot I’d just made of myself!
It was only when I got back to the house that I realised what a mess I was in. I’d banged my left knee which was beginning to swell and feel very sore, and scraped the skin off the palms of both hands, and though my left hand wasn’t too bad the large patch of skin on my right palm had been peeled off as if someone had used a tin opener on it, and I was bleeding like a stuck pig. Unable to find anything in the way of a first aid kit I pressed some tissue against it and managed to drive to work where I raided the first aid box there for an elastoplast and a thin latex glove to protect it while I worked. The elastoplast didn’t last long though, the constant movement of my hand ensured that it soon came off, but with the bleeding stopped I decided to leave the wound open – as long as I didn’t get any chemicals in it it would be okay, and having my hands frequently in water would make sure it stayed clean.
It was later that evening that the bang on my knee took effect. While I’d been working and walking about I’d been okay but after an hour or so sitting in front of the pc my knee seized up and I could hardly walk. Thank goodness for the local Asda, open 24/7 and with a pharmacy where I managed to get a support bandage which ensured that my knee didn’t seize up again overnight.
I wore the bandage for three days before the swelling went down and the soreness had almost disappeared; the hand is taking longer to heal but it’s getting there slowly, though I have to remember not to grip anything too tightly yet as it still hurts. And I now walk Maisie on an extending lead – if she stops dead in front of me again at any time at least she won’t be close enough for me to fall over her!