The Fall, and beyond
Somehow, on Tuesday night, when we left a restaurant, I fell at the bottom of the escalator on my way to the Metro train at Gallery Place.
From the time of the fall until I came to my senses in the Emergency Room Trauma Unit at George Washington University Hospital, I seemed to have blacked out---though Joan tells me I was at one time crying in pain that I wanted to die.
In the Trauma Unit, they examined me in every way possible, including X-Rays and an MRI, but their major work was stitching my wounds: one very ragged one low on my left leg, three parallel ones on my forehead, and a number of small ones on the crown of my head. I was bruised in many other places.
We waited an endless period while they "did the paper work,"and I was eventually released at about 5.00am. They gave me a pair of baggy pants and a sweat shirt to wear, as they had cut off my bloody pants and shirt when I arrived. Joan called an Uber, and we got home quickly.
On Wednesday I began to have serious neck and back pains, and we fixed an appointment with the spine specialist for 1.25 pm on Thursday. That Wednesday night was awful: great difficulty in finding a position in which I could sleep--often excruciating pain when I got up to go to the bathroom and then had to struggle to get back into bed.
On Thursday we saw the spine specialist--Dr. Eva Hoffman--and she reviewed the report from the Trauma Unit and had me X-rayed. Her conclusion was that there was no need for any surgery and that I would just recover slowly over time...take it easy was the basic advice.
She prescribed a muscle relaxant and strongly urged me to make an appointment with my primary care physician, which I did when we got home: an appointment for 9.25am on Friday morning.
Before going to bed that night I took two Tylenol and the muscle relaxant. I slept soundly for a few hours, but then I was awake and felt like a complete zombie--and from then until getting up I slept very fitfully, and I still seemed a complete zombie when I got up.
We went to see my primary care doctor--Dr. Vassallo, a heart specialist, and he checked me over, gave me an EKG, and an echo cardiogram, and declared all was well with my heart. But he wanted to see an X-ray of my lungs as the Trauma Unit X-rays had mentioned small nodules. So we left his offices and went downstairs to an X-ray unit, and there we waited and waited until at last they did the X-ray. Joan went to get the car, and--amazingly--I arrive at the pick-up spot at exactly the same time as she did...and home we went.
And then, a shower and a clean up of my wounds, Joan applies new dressings, breakfast...and then what? How to fill the day? Well, partly by writing this record--and, of course, Spelling Bee, Connections, Wordle, the Mini crossword, and my 6x6 Kenken, reading a novel, taking a few corridor walks, and sometimes just sitting with my eyes closed and thinking.
Joan did some research with Dr. Google about lung nodules, and she reached a happy conclusion about minimal chances of any particularly danger.
So, that is the straightforward narration of The Fall and of the few days after it. Throughout those days, Joan has been a tower of strength and support, doing everything she can for me.