I’ve got my left leg elevated after an accident that fortunately has not required a trip to A&E. One moment I was hurrying along the pavement wanting to get to the bank before I started work, the next I was sprawled on my face in the dust. A slightly raised paving slab and my failure to notice it were to blame. ‘Are you alright?’ said a concerned voice. ‘I don’t know yet,’ I answered, resisting the urge to get to my feet immediately and recover my dignity while I tentatively checked with my various parts to see if they were all still attached. They seemed to be, so I got to my knees, then to my feet. And oh the relief, my trousers were intact. I was expecting a jagged tear across the left knee which seemed to have taken the force of the fall. No grazes on my hands either. My sunglasses still on my nose. Hurrah!
I felt a trickle of blood from my knee go down my shin and knew my skin had been broken. Not quite so good. My white shirt was grubby, I dusted it off. People were very kind, reluctant to accept my assurances that although bruised, I was alright. I made it to the bank. I couldn’t apply a cold compress or even a plaster, but I guessed the next best thing was to keep moving. I didn’t have much choice anyway, my work kept me on my feet. I went to the theatre in the evening, so still no cold or warm compresses, and after sitting for the better part of three hours my knee felt very stiff. Home, and I was pleased MasterB was happy to follow me to bed as my ribs had decided to hurt too.
I don’t think I have done any lasting damage, but this morning I understood why my knee hurt so much going down stairs, I have an oedema just above it that makes it hurt when I bend it more than a small way. Hence the elevated leg tonight. So if anyone has any sure fire tips about how to reduce such swellings more than twenty-four hours after the event that has caused them, please let me know. Somehow I think the good folk at A&E have rather more important things to deal with.