Brendon took a tumble down the stairs here at the Airbnb yesterday. He slipped on the carpet. The stairs are a bit narrow for his big feet. Anyway, he crumpled at an inappropriate angle for his leg at the bottom. We took our sweet time moving him and getting him to his feet. He bumped head, back, and legs. Mostly today his knee hurts. He did opt to go upstairs to sleep and managed the stairs last night and this morning. I found a Walmart 20 miles away and got him Ibuprofen, NSAID cream, ice packs, and an ace bandage for compression. He is currently snoozing with it elevated. He seems okay but I'll take him to the health clinic when we get back to Otter Lake. We head back tomorrow morning. It is a 7 hour drive with 4 adults and a large dog in my not so big car. We are going to have to stop often for him to extend his leg as it is impossible for him to straighten it in a car.
tl;dr Big guy boo boo, send the ~ma please
Other than that Maine is lovely and relaxing!
Oh, poor guy! Sitting in a car with an injured leg sounds like a recipe for more pain. Not so bad ~ma his way
Aw, man. All kinds of ~ma.
Are you near Rangeley Lakes or the Carabasset Valley? They roam more in Winter. We spend our whole summer in mid-coast Maine these days, but "vacation" on the interior lakes. The moose are not friendly, so you don't really want to see one.
We are in Stoneham which is fairly close to New Hampshire border mid state. Nothing close to us really except lots of lakes and mountains. Very pretty. The kids went to an open mic thing at the local pub last night and people were walking up and introducing themselves and super friendly.
I'm hoping that it is clear tonight because there are no population lights at all and the stars should be amazing.
Brenda, I am super jealous of you being at the convention! It looks incredible. The number of people crammed together with no masks still kinda makes me tremble though.
Awww, poor Brendon.
Amy Tan (of all people) puts out a regular notice on the dangers of falls on stairs especially as people get older, with lots of preventive tips. (I think she's had two bad falls, and her husband took a header too.)
It's a very mundane hazard that can have big, lingering, sometimes fatal consequences.
(I'm also reminded of my earliest days on the internet when I would haunt an AOL forum of grieving widows, and a high proportion had lost their husbands from falling off the roof or ladders. Again, gravity is a harsh mistress. One of the last fights I had with JZ was when she was tottering on a ladder in front of our open window.)
Yah, I always hold on to railings now. Knock wood. Which is not to Brendon-blame or -shame! Just saying it's where I am in life now.
I hope 20 or so years in the future when we say That Fuckin’ Guy young people will have no idea who we are talking about (unless they are big history nerds, I suppose)
I hope Brendon didn’t take too much damage from his tumble.
Lots of leg~ma for Brendon.
Our older dog, Freya is starting to have trouble with the stairs, at least when doing down, so sometimes I have to carry her down and that's a bit nerve-wracking because I can't see the stairs well and I need to use both arms to carry her (our other dog I can just tuck under one arm, but she's young and doesn't need any help with stairs). It also doesn't help that they wind around the bend.
