An Icy Story

Did I mention a fear of falling down stairs?  Add falling down icy ramps!

John held the Palmyra Court House door open for Dave, Tulip and me to exit the building yesterday.  We were there to see if the court would change his date, as John needed to attend a School Board meeting in order to graduate. We turned right to go down the ramp. I felt the slant and started to mince with little sliding steps  down the ramp holding  Dave’s hand  and Tulip’s harness. Dave was on my right, near the handrail.

My feet slipped out from under me. Dave jerked my right arm up to help stabilize me, but only managed to come down, too. I heard him say, “You pulled me down!” He’d landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him and somehow bruising his ribs. I landed on my left butt cheek, still holding his hand. I’m not sure why he didn’t grab the handrail on his right. I guess it all happened too quickly.

Someone said, “I’ll get the dog.”, but, although I’d dropped the harness, I’d kept hold of the leash. I suspect she was headed to greet  a young man that was near me!

Two young men were coming up the ramp and scrambled to get out of the way. One of them came to me and asked if I was okay and offered to help me up. I thanked him, but managed to get myself up; albeit a bit awkwardly. He asked again if I was okay, so I laughingly replied, “Yes. I’m well padded.”

I started to slip again, so he said he’d put his foot in front of mine, took my right hand and arm, and guided me down the ramp to where there was traction. Dave made the comment that we were going to sue, but, I shushed him. I suggested somebody should sand the ramp. I thanked him again and Dave grabbed my hand  and we proceeded to the van.

John said he was concerned that I’d hit my head and felt helpless about what to do.  We went to Yellow Mills for a bite to eat before John had to go attend the Pal-Mac School Board meeting for his government class.

This morning, Dave and I soaked in the hot tub, but my whole right side is sore. I’m using up my tube of asper-cream!

Be careful out there. It’s a nightmare.

January 9, 2018

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Kate Chamberlin

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