I have always, always fallen. As I have previously recounted, I spent my senior year of university on the ground. I fall when I am upset. I had a therapist who figured out that I let my feet out from under me, literally. I fall well because I have had so much practice. I have also been very, very lucky. Then we add MC, as I prefer to call it to the mix. More falling. Usually, for the MC falls, I know they are going to happen. I start to get an odd sensation. Or, of course, I trip over something and can’t catch myself.
I fell three weeks ago for no particular reason. I was on my way to my therapist and ended up on the front room carpet. Tom couldn’t get me off the ground for almost 20 minutes. Crawling, chairs and screaming were involved. I bruised and hurt my hip and had huge bruise on my arm. On the upside, and if you know me, there is always an upside, I was bruised but not broken. This means a bit of alright on the osteoporosis.
I vended tea at a psychic fair October 28. It was a pleasant day and whilst I was in worst condition than I was last year, I was better than I have been. We splurged and had a lovely sushi dinner and watched a movie. I was getting ready for bed and Tom was already in. I don’t know about you but my bathroom terrifies me. Ours is tiny. The handicapped stall where I used to work is larger than ours. I have a grab bar by the toilet to hoist myself up or balance as needed. I was thinking about one last time before turning in when I just fell. I usually make a little cry before and as I am going down. I fell really hard and directly onto my rear. My body knocked the grab bar off the wall. I landed with my legs in front of me and my back to the door. In other words, my body wedged the door shut. Outside, Tom heard me and half asleep in his rush to get out of bed, has fallen on his hip and is having problems getting up. Of course, he can’t open the bathroom door and I can’t move. I am in excruciating pain. I think it’s time for 911. However, based on our previous history, Tom is resistant. We are both sobbing – me with pain, him with frustration. With a great amount of pain, I do bend my knees (good sign!) and scuttle forward so he can get in. I know it takes forever and I know it’s excruciating but somehow we get me onto all fours and then into bed. I demand my MMJ, Baclofen, ibuprofen, and a Chinese roll-on medicine. I do sleep.
I am scheduled for an MRI, CT scan and xray for the 29th. I am the only driver. It’s literally 3 miles down the road. Tom has declared in the midst of everything the night before that I’ll have to cancel. NOT!! I need these tests so that my neck surgery can proceed. I feel well enough to drive. The MRI and CT scan are hilarious. Well, actually not as it involves this young fellow lifting me on and off the tables as I scream. I did forewarn him. On a positive note, I did get a fair amount of steps in.
I have started a new program with the MS Gym plus I do exercises learnt at physical therapy and crunches every night. It’s so not happening. I miss my crunches and feel I am like a wicked witch and everything is melting and sliding. My therapist tells me I am a very strong woman. I can agree to pigheaded and stubborn.
Pet peeve: I HATE,HATE when I tell people I have fallen and they say. “I am so sorry.” Arghh! Did you push or trip me? Did you fail to buffer my fall? If that is the case then be sorry. I say I fell because you need this information like for the tests or the dentist. Saying you are sorry makes me feel pathetic and childlike. You have nothing to be sorry about.
I continue on and the tops of my hip bones are painful. No bruises emerge as even though diminished, I have a relatively padded derriere.
The test results are available through the patient portal. I see “edema” on the report for my lumbar spine. Hmm, bad fall? My appointment with the surgeon is this coming Monday. This Tuesday evening the phone rings after 6 p.m. It’s my neurologist, the one who considers patients part of her extended family. “Susan, have you fallen lately?” “Yes, two Sundays ago.” “Has your spinal surgeon called you about your tests?” “No.” I hear a deep breath and know this is going to be bad. “Susan, you fractured your tail bone.” I feel swimmy. “No, I didn’t. I bruised my hip bones.” “No, you fractured your tail bone. I hate telling you this over the phone.” I feel like crying and am seriously scared. Through a haze, I hear her tell me that it’s not uncommon; it doesn’t require emergency care and my approach has been the right one.
Now, my question is, I have had the results for a week. Why didn’t the ordering doctor look at the results and advise me? Waiting till Monday? I rang them and the PA called me back. Oh no worries, just do what feels right. Methinks, I need a different surgeon.
On the upside, it’s manageable and once again, no breaks.