Sunday, August 18, 2013

My 34th birthday came and went and I made a commitment to dedicate myself to the gym at least five times a week. And that's when the Universe laughed IN MY FACE. A huge belly laugh that clearly said Oh yeah? I have something else in mind for you.A summer cold to be precise. Several housebound days of movies and ginger tea. Tissue box after tissue box and all the accompanying glamour of a cold. Then, last Thursday, just when life was starting to look promising again, I decided to harvest our basil and make pesto. But I was out of garlic. Which meant a quick run to the grocery store.

Except I never made it.

Instead, I lost my footing and fell down a flight of stairs (15 to be precise) headfirst. After somersaulting once I slid the rest of the way down, scraping my entire right side: shoulder, arm, hip, leg, and little toe, on the black sandpaper coating covering each step. My fall ended as the right side of my head jammed into the corner of the snow shovel sitting upright at the bottom of the stairs. Our neighbor, who owns the wine shop bellow us, heard my scream and called 911.

I told them not to cut my clothes, since I had just put on a brand new outfit.

Sky, sun, and ceiling melted into a giant blur as I was transported by ambulance to the hospital.I was terrified and couldn't breathe. I thought my entire rib cage had been crushed into my lungs and I could see the blood oozing out of my arm.Once I got to the ER there were a million questions. What's your birthday? Who's the president? What year is it? Are you on any blood thinning medications?All I wanted to do was breath and cry. Since I couldn't do both at the same time I focused on staying alive, grateful that I was in fact still breathing. Finally one of the case workers helped me get in touch with Ken and he rushed to the hospital.

I slept for 12 hours last night. Woke for an hour to eat something and went back to sleep for three hours. Aided by pain killers I've been able to sleep these last few days and recover. During lucid moments I realize how lucky I am. It could have been worse. My fall could have been fatal or I could have broken my neck. Once, when I was in fifth grade, my canvas tote bag got caught in the front wheel of my bicycle and I somersaulted on my bike, landing face-first on the asphalt. The similarities of both incidents replayed in the back of my mind.

Of course there are a million scenarios I have to force out of my mind. My head still throbs and my scrapes are raw, and it hurts to breathe, but the reality is I'm okay. I'm okay.My bruised and sore body will recover one day at a time. I'm grateful for this healing process. Grateful for the unseen aid I received during my moment of crisis. Grateful for the power of prayer. And I'm especially grateful for GH and all the help he has given me over the last few days. Here's hoping the rest of the year bodes a little better.


  1. Oh Miranda! May you heal well and heal quick!

  2. Oh my goodness!! I'm so sorry. What a crappy way to end your summer. So glad you are (mostly) okay (and by now, well on the mend). May love and ice cream and happy wishes and other good things fill the rest of your week.


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