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It started when I drove over to my tax preparer’s business to leave my tax paperwork.
Once there, I had difficulties getting off the street onto the sidewalk because of a 1920s vertical curb and broken sidewalk.
A woman who works in a building across the street came over and asked if I needed help. Yes, I said and she helped by getting behind me and pushing! She also asked if I could use some water, which she went across the street to bring to me.
After I settled down – blood pressure, heart beats per minute, and acceptable oxygen level – I gave my tax paperwork to the clerk, noting it was too dangerous for me to come there, that I’d have to do my tax preparer’s talk over the phone and arrange some way for me to sign the paperwork.
The back end of my VW Golf Sportwagen looked like my safest option because there are rails down both sides of the roof that are strong enough to hold me.
Back to my car once I worked out this best solution to the problem I knew I’d have….
I put my walker down on the 1920s brick road, but one wheel got tangled in a crack or depression in the crap sidewalk.
As best I can recall or recreate the moment, the fraction of a second the wheel came loose, I also used both hands, losing the support of the rail…which meant I wasn’t holding onto the rail on my car long enough to notice the oxygen cylinder feeding me oxygen – that was hanging on my neck – became a swinging weight that pulled me down onto the brick paving!
I landed hard. I also had minor abrasions on my left knee.
Dr. Soltanpour, the dialysis nephrologist requires anyone who has a fall, especially involving the head, to go to the emergency room and have X-rays and a CT scan.
By this time, a crowd assembled to try to get me up. I shouted to call an ambulance, noting Dr. Soltanpour’s expectations. They did, with quick response time, using a couple men to pick me up to put me on the gurney.
The emergency room people made me comfortable and prepared me for the CT scan and X-rays. Later, they brought back the findings: nothing of concern, but they recommended a return to the emergency room if I felt nauseous, vomited, and a few other obvious signs of bad things to come. Standard stuff any “professional” faller knows by heart. Ha!
Andy finally got his 9:45 am lunch at 3:15 pm, when I parked my car ON THE GRASS, next to my front door. YES, I KNOW DON’T DO IT! As it was, I barely got in the front door, thanks to Bret coming over and doing some helpful things to facilitate a safe stumble inside.
It was a day.
I called the tax preparer to let him know I was safely home with surprisingly minor injuries. I reviewed what the emergency room people told me. I let him know that I was partly responsible for the fall, that I knew he’d brought the problems of disabled access to the city’s attention, with inadequate corrective action.
Credible because I told him I would be available to support their complaint if he wanted or needed me to be. I noted how the 1920s curb and broken sidewalk had to be a business problem because I surely wasn’t the only one with problem climbing it safely or stepping down. He noted they had had complaints.
More importantly, I noted he’d witnessed the ambulance crews’ work to get me up, that he now had me as a credibly witnessed injured person injured by conditions brought to their attention.
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