Fell down. Ouch. One little rock.

It amazed me how one little rock on a smooth cement sidewalk could change my life for weeks afterward.

It was a lovely cool, sunny morning just after seven. Strolling along with plans for the day whirling in my mind, eyes seeing the new growth of spring.

I thought it was smooth sailing, this is the smoothest sidewalk within miles of my home.

My right foot then met Mr. Rock. He was not very large, but he rolled my foot. I landed hard on my left knee and outside of the leg, and left arm. The leg took the brunt of the fall.

I sat up, saw Mr. Rock. I knew to get up as quickly as possible before swelling set in.

The foot not badly sprained, but the left leg was a major casualty. I was able to limp three more blocks to my destination, wash my arm, with some bleeding on the edge of hand and small finger. I dusted the dirt and loose grass off my clothes, as I had rolled into the grass to sit up initially.

I enjoyed my ladies meeting until noon, getting a ride home. I tried to live normally but after a week I found putting my legs up helped with the lower leg swelling I was experiencing. I could not be on my foot more than five minutes.

It's now a week and a half, and foot mostly better, but the leg still an adventure in pain. Healing will take more time.

It is the sudden changes in life that stop and make us think.

If I was lighter, I would not have hit as hard. Could heal faster.
If I had watched closer, could have avoided that lone rock.

I am grateful that I did not need any doctoring.
I am grateful I kept that slanted elevation pillow from years ago so I could put my legs up.
I am grateful my eyeglasses did not break.
I can still walk ... it's all good!