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Wednesday, August 13, 2025

My next adventure was not much fun

moveable kitchen cart

After spending a wonderful weekend in the mountains of NC and North Georgia, I came home energized and anxious to write and submit some of my work. Gay was pleased to see me feeling much better and anxious to start writing again.

All was well until Tuesday evening. I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. I turned away from the Keurig to get some water and suddenly my foot slipped, I felt myself falling and reached out to balance myself on the kitchen cart I bought for storage. But it moved, and I fell on the hard floor. I realized quickly that I could not get up. My left leg, foot, and my hip were all in great pain. 

I was fortunate that Gay and Stu had come home and were upstairs. I called out loud and repeatedly, afraid they might not hear me, but they did and called that they were coming. Gay said when she arrived Lexie was sitting close by my head which was resting on the floor. I didn't even realize she was there, but it was so sweet to know she sat by me quietly as though she could comfort me. 

That was the beginning of another night at the ER. 
"Just give me an ice pack and help me to bed," I told the firemen and my family. But all of them insisted I should be checked out to see if I had any broken bones.
Many hours later I was dismissed with the assurance that nothing was broken.

In the days that followed, I felt as if my back was broken. The pain was atrocious and sitting was almost impossible. Today is the first time I have been mostly pain free. I drove my car up to Canton, GA and Gay and I had dinner at the https://www.crackerbarrel.com/ after trying to shop at an outlet mall. Too much walking was involved for shopping so I won't do that again any time soon. 

We were all so thankful that I had not broken my hip. I know that could have made a huge change in my life and in Gay and Stu's lives. 

Life is good and I am very blessed. Next weekend, I will go back to the mountains when my dear friend, Scott Owens, poet, wil be in Hayesville and in Hiawassee. 

We will have a good time and I will feel good, I'm sure.
Have a good week. Hug someone.









4 comments:

  1. I am so sorry to read this and am very glad you didn't break your hip.

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    1. Thanks, EC. We were all relieved. I learned that usually a hip fracture happens when a bone just collapses. In my case, I had a fall which is not normally the cause of a broken hip. The problem was my shoes. The shoe slipped off my foot as I walked and then I slipped.

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  2. Oh my, Glenda. I held my breath until I read that you hadn’t broken anything.i am so glad you came through without a break. I hope you feel 100% again soon.

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    1. Thanks, Marie. I am seeing a holistic Physical therapist and she has helped me so much. Today my sister drove me back up the mountains and we will be here for a couple of days. I am so grateful I could come for the visit from my poet friend, Scott, who will hold a poetry class on Saturday. And I will see many of the writers and poets who are my friends. My mood improves as soon as I see those blue mountain peaks.

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