Face and Body Update

Since Monday evening, I have spent my energies on Facebook rather than my blog here. I've had some requests and harangues that now force me to post a bit of an update over here.

Monday evening, I was carrying a heavy bag of trash downstairs to my garbage can. I tripped on the last step (at the unlighted porch) and took a miserable fall. I fell onto the downstairs porch. It is an old wooden porch, with much rough paint and splintered wood. My face went sliding over that rough wood, along with the bones and muscles that landed hard.

I thought I laid there a while, making sure my bones were ok. But today I went down there and saw a significant pool of blood where my face landed. So I have a hunch that I must have lost consciousness for a while, while my face bled.

I was astonished when I got back upstairs and saw the state of my face. I kinda looked like Rocky after a miserable fight. I was surprised. And I was scared. Several folks offered counsel Monday night, for which I was grateful. I took the advice to keep ice on my face, as well as Ibuprofen, to combat the swelling. And I had Tylenol #3 to deal with the pain.

I spent Tuesday doing the same. Ice and codeine, my new Best Friends.

After a day of dozing with icepacks and codeine, my sleep cycles were out of synch, so I couldn't get onto a regular sleep cycle. But I went to work at noon today.

It was rather miserable today. I tried to keep the right side of my face toward people. But sometimes I failed, and they were horrified when they saw the left side of my face. I didn't have an easy or lighthearted story to share with them.

And things got kinda miserable for me. My face wounds have gotten worse-looking. It feels like my brain is foggy. And the pain grew throughout the day. Not just in my face, but in the other body-parts on the left side of my body that took the fall. And my skull hurts. Day-um, it hurts.

So … I finally broke down and called my doc this afternoon. I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I worry that the swelling isn't diminishing. I worry that perhaps I didn't clean the wounds well enough. I worry about the scarring that will occur if I tend this on my own, without a doctor's attention.

I am grateful to those of you who have harangued me to get myself to the doctor. I probably should have paid attention to you earlier. But I'm finally going to do it tomorrow. I thank you deeply for your concern and advice.

I am sorry to take a blog-post with my personal crap. I hope to post soon about more important issues.