The first snowy day we had came late this year. We’d had a little snow earlier, and then it disappeared with unseasonably warm weather. This time it was here to stay. I knew that we’d have to get accustomed to driving on snow-packed roads in town, and I knew the ice would test my resolve about daily walks for healthier living.
Sure enough, I went down — on a driveway that had been scraped just far enough to make it an ice skating rink. Pure glass. I went down before I even realized what had happened. I laid there for a while, contemplating whether I’d need an ambulance, and glad I had my phone with me if that was the case.
I rolled over on my back, and began my assessment. Arms, good. Hands, good. Elbows, good. Hips, good. Knees? Ouch. My right knee had taken the majority of the hit, and it was already at risk for replacement. My left knee was unscathed, so I discarded the notion of an ambulance.
I did consider calling HighGuy to come and pick us up, but he was out snow-blowing, and wouldn’t hear his phone. And wouldn’t you know it? We were at the farthest point from home. I looked around to find Charlie, and of course, he was sniffing around at the vehicle in the driveway, checking out the deck, and just about ready to climb the stairs to the house.
No concern for me at all. He didn’t even lick my face. Ungrateful dog.
I rolled back over and assessed just how I would accomplish standing. I couldn’t put any weight on my right knee, and besides, it was ice all around me. I’d just go down again. I dragged myself a little farther toward some softer snow in the sidewalk, and got my feet under me. Oh, that knee hurt. Ironically, I’d have to get home and put some ice on it.
I sniveled and boo-hooed a little, feeling sorry for myself. Charlie came back when I called him, and we started our homeward trek. I limped some, and knew that I’d have to keep trying to bend my knee so it wouldn’t stiffen up. By the time we’d made it home, I was full-out sobbing. Not so much because it hurt, but because I knew it was going to take time before I’d be ready for another walk.
Just the idea of giving up my morning walks with Charlie sent me into more wails. I tried to let it go, but I couldn’t. I’ve been doing fairly well with making healthier choices; I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds. This was a definite setback. I thought about walking at the mall, but they don’t open at 6 a.m. And they’d really frown on me bringing my walking buddy, Charlie.
I thought about getting a treadmill, but where on earth would I put that? Space is already a premium in our condo unit. We’d just dropped a hefty amount on a new bed — there was no money in the budget for a treadmill — new or used.
In the end, I gave up my walks for the rest of the week. I had good intentions about going on Saturday during daylight hours, but it never happened. On Sunday, I goaded HighGuy into taking Charlie for a walk, so they’d both stay awake for a few hours.
This morning, I woke up with the alarm, and Charlie and I went for a walk. Thank you, Fargo Park District, for clearing the paths in the park where we walk. And thank you to all the folks who shoveled their walks. Thanks also to Mother Nature for warming up the sidewalks so that most of the snow and ice was gone by today.
I hope those folks with the slippery driveway didn’t get hurt, too. But it would appeal to my sense of fairness if they did.