When I told the nurse and doctor at the emergency care center what happened, they looked at me strangely. The nurse even asked, “Are you sure you weren’t partying?” I explained to her that it was just another one of my “Lucy” moments. The only difference between this “Lucy” episode and my past episodes is that I actually got hurt this time. This recent accident resulted in nine stitches and a limp. It really would not have been that big of a deal, if I did not have book signings, speaking engagements, and extra dance practices scheduled the upcoming week.
So, how did I manage? As I write this I’m still wondering if I should even take the time to tell you how I cut up my foot. Yeah, I might as well. Somehow I feel you may trust my story more than the doctor. I’ll try to be as concise as I possibly can. My husband and I went to a dance performance. The show was great. It was well worth the late outing. I went to support my two friends pictured below. I teach with them at Halliday Dance. They are amazing dancers and brilliant choreographers who both gave an awesome performance!
Anthony Rhodes Takreeya Hawkins
I took the photos right after the show. I always have my camera on me. I believe a writer should always carry her camera. Actually, I believe all artists should always have their cameras ready. Inspiration can be found in every photo. Tony and Takreeya were kind enough to pose for me after dancing for hours! I adore them both.
Anyway, my husband and I were both very hungry after the show. I didn’t want to eat out, so I whipped something together at home. I washed the dishes and put a plate in the already full rack. That plate knocked another plate out of the rack. It fell, hit something on the way down, and shattered. A piece came down on the back of my left heel, slicing it like a knife. Just in case you are easily sickened by gory details, I won’t describe my injured foot. It was gross enough to make me feel faint. I felt like a woman in one of those old movies, hand on my forehead all dramatic. Unbelievable. You can just call me Scarlet. Really. It’s actually a more accurate nickname in this situation than Lucy now that I think about it because I automatically put my hand on my forehead on cue like I had rehearsed the gesture over and over again. Prior to this, if someone had asked me how I would react at the sight of blood gushing from my ankle, I would say it wouldn’t bother me at all. Sometimes we know ourselves a lot less than we think we do.
My husband came running over and looked down at my ankle. I felt more sorry for him than I did for myself when I saw his face. He froze for a second before he got something to stop the bleeding. I told him I was fine. I lied for his sake. I felt so badly for him because he felt so badly for me. I’m not sure if that makes any sense, but that’s how I felt at the time. His voice was very reassuring and he was calm, but his eyes were filled with overwhelming concern . I knew then that I would probably end up at the hospital. At the advice of my husband, daughter, sister, and brother-in-law, I went to the Urgency Care Unit in my neighborhood. Yes, it took that many people to convince me to go.
When I got there, I was shocked to learn that I had to have stitches. My husband said something like he needed me to be strong. I am laughing now because I was thinking, What in the world am I in for now? He knew because he has had stitches before. They gave me a needle in my foot–a few needles actually. I held my husband’s hand like a baby, expecting the worst. It wasn’t that bad actually. They stitched me up and I limped on out of there. Getting stitches is not the most horrible thing in the world. Just the idea of someone sewing a piece of your flesh back together is enough to trip you out a bit.
So did I make it to the book signings, extra practices, and speaking engagements? I sure did. I taught dance from a chair and sat during my other functions. In the next day or so, I will write a post about the book signing and speaking engagement with photos, of course : ) I met a lot of great folks last week when I was limping around. I even managed to limp down my mom’s. She cooked a great dinner for my husband and me, and it turned out to be a pretty wonderful Sunday after all.
Blessedly, I no longer walk with a limp. I still can’t dance, run, or do the MJ Wii Experience, but I am very grateful that I did not damage my Achilles tendon. What did I possibly learn from that accident? I learned to slow down, get plenty of rest, stay out of the kitchen at night, and keep my dish rack empty.