My friend tripped on rough pavement and fell Sunday
I went to stay with her Monday and Tues. She is bruised from head to foot, had to have stitches in both knees. She is a trasnplant survivor, and takes care of herself. I felt like she was recovering from the fall, and the injuries. She had an appt. with her regular dr. yesterday, and I drove her to that. He was noncommital about her injuries, but will take the stitches out in about 10-12 days.
I am appalled that no one helped her when she fell. She got up on her own, and had blood on her face and legs, scrapes on hands and arms. She went in to the restaurant she was planning to have lunch at, and patched herself up. The staff gave her some tape. Other than that, no help. She drove herself to the hospital. She walked through the hospital, and no one gave her any assistance. She was finally put in a cubicle, so she wasn't exposed to ill people (the anti-rejection drugs make her very vulnerable to infection). She was in e.r. for 14 hours. She called her neighbors and they really stepped up to the plate. They drover her car home and then drove her home when she was released from e.r. at 2 a.m. My friend and I are in our 70s. The helpful neighbors are in their 70s. Maybe my friend just had bad luck that there wasn't a good Samaritan around. By the time I saw her Monday, she looked like she'd been hit by a bus, but even on Sunday, had I seen a stranger bleeding and hurt, I would've stopped to help. At least ask if they needed help. She would have helped someone in her situation.
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I had a trip and fall about three weeks ago that resulted in a minor compression fracture of my left arm and a sprain of my right wrist. My sister was with me when I fell, and a nearby man immediately came over to help me up.
I went down flat on my face, but apparently got both hands in place to keep me from breaking teeth or my nose. I'm 75, and occasionally break something. Sigh.
Every two or three or four years I break a toe, and a few weeks ago I was thinking that I hadn't broken one in some time, and so was overdue. Sure enough a few days later I broke the little toe on my right foot, and the next day the next to little toe on my left foot. Then the broken arm. I just hope the breaking bone gods are done with me for the rest of my life.
