I'm back from a whirlwind tour of the "New Cities". Saturday June 2nd I flew to New Orleans for a conference, returned Wednesday night, flew to New York on Thursday morning, and returned Sunday night. I was in recovery mode Monday and finally came back to work today.
The New Orleans trip went fine. We even had some fortunate circumstances coming back that allowed us to depart at an earlier time. For the trip to New York, we weren't as fortunate.
This New York trip was my mother's dream trip. It started out as a present to her oldest grandchild (my niece) for graduating high school. Then she was going to take her second grandchild, the 14-year old sister. But she had never been to New York, and I went last summer. So I told her I would go and help her navigate because she was hesitant to go on her own with just the two girls. Then my sister decided to join in, and I took my daughter. So there were six of us in a girls-only outing to see the city.
We took a shuttle from LaGuardia airport to our hotel near Times Square. My mother was stepping down off the shuttle at our hotel, missed the step, and came down hard on her knee on the curb. Now for those of you who do not know, the curbs in New York aren't padded. At first we thought it was a stinger, and she would be fine, but it soon became apparent that she couldn't move her leg at all and she was in intense pain. The hotel called an ambulance, and an hour later my sister went with her to the hospital.
At this point, we were hoping for a sprain, but it wasn't to be. She had a partial fracture of her knee. They sent her back about six hours later with a full brace and crutches. We were able to rent a wheelchair, and my sister went on several tours with the girls, while I was able to get mom to see Times Square and Central Park. She couldn't take any tours because while the tour companies had lifts, you had to be able to transfer out of the chair, and she couldn't do that easily at that point because of the pain. She also was concerned about getting too far away from a wheelchair accessible restroom.
It could have been worse. She could have required surgery, could have been in traction--there were many scenarios that could have been worse.
I've been reminded this trip that life can come at you sometimes. I'm even more committed to making my body stronger. Do you have the strength to stand up out of a chair on one leg? Or to pull yourself up using rails or crutches? I may be overweight, but my legs are strong. I've tested myself, and I can stand up using one leg and chair-arms for balance. Mother had real trouble doing that the first couple of days, but she's getting better. I also had the strength in my legs to allow her to hold on to me while I helped her stand. I could feel those quads working -- they may not be pretty, but they did the job.
Now whether I could do it when my other leg is in tremendous pain remains to be seen. But I know I have the core strength if needed.
I'm sorry I've been missing from sparkpeople. I'll try to glance at your blogs in my absence and get back into the groove, but if I don't make a comment, know that I'm still here for you.