Friday, February 20, 2009
Oh, My Hammy!
Well, I did it. I did something I've chuckled at other people doing. Please forgive me other people.
I fell off the treadmill this morning. If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd laugh. Well, I did sort of laugh/cry when it happened. When I got into the privacy of my own home, I just flat out cried.
How did this happen? One minute I'm loping along on the treadmill listening to "Rocket Man" and the next I'm flying off the back grabbing and reaching for the sides and that big ole emergency STOP button. That, I might add, is WAY too far away to hit when you are flinging off the back of the machine. They need to put one on the carpet behind the machine so when you are laying there on your face it is easily within reach.
Once I got it turned off, I assessed my injuries. I knew right away my hamstring was toast. As I stepped off I figured out that my knee was also not right. As I limped toward the door, my hip freaked out. And guess what the lady behind me on the elliptical did? Nothing. She didn't take her ear buds out and ask if I was ok or anything. She just kept on going only giving me a cursory glance. Nice lady! At least when I giggle inside at someone who falls, I always offer my help or ask if they are ok. Sheesh.
I'm going to see if my sweet nurse sister-in-law can steal some Percoset for me, but I'm not holding my breath. I guess OTC will have to work. No dancing this weekend I'm afraid.
Posted by Julie Summers at 9:59 AM