Last Wednesday was a bright, sunny day in Loveland and I was headed out in the afternoon to run errands which included delivering eggs to some friends. Because I was going to meet my husband in town for dinner, I’d dressed up a bit, and was wearing my “fancy boots.” With two eighteen packs of eggs in my arms, I awkwardly reached up to put the key to the workshop away, and when I stepped down, I opened my eyes to see that I was on the ground with my left cheek bashed against a big grey rock. It happened so fast I didn’t even have time to wonder “Shall I save the eggs?” One instant my head was 5’8″ above the ground, and the next, I was on the cement.
Confusion ensued…oh, I’m muddy and wet….oh, I slipped on the mud….check the eggs, NO, you don’t have time for that! Go see what happened to your head! Drive the truck back to the house. Look in the mirror…OH, that’s bad, now you have a dent in your face. Call friends, “No eggs are coming your way. I think I need to go to the emergency room.” Call husband, “I can’t meet you in town for dinner because I fell and I have a dent in the side of my face. I think I’ll go to the emergency room now.”
My husband insisted that falling on my head and then driving was a bad idea. So he picked me up and we went to the ER together. Overall, it was good news. I’m going to be just fine and I won’t live the rest of my life with a dent in my head. I broke my zygomatic arch, a bone I didn’t even know I had until the ER doc showed me in the pictures taken in a CT scan. I can chew soft foods, so turkey, stuffing and pumpkin pie were just fine. On Wednesday I’ll have minor surgery to put the pieces of bone back in place. In about 3 weeks I’ll be able to chew normally again.
Whenever I’m working with livestock or doing chores with folks who are new to them I always say, “No one gets hurt! It’s just cows/goats/chickens. So take care of yourself first.” To that I will now add, “Don’t do chores in heels.” I’ve done my share of chores in business clothes, heels, and now “fancy boots.” My heels are never quite the same after a trip through the barn or the chicken coop and that never really bothered me. But a dent in the head puts a whole new light on things. I’d like to say that from now on I’ll never wear heels for chores, but that’s a stretch for someone like me who is always running from farming life to city life and back. But I will be more careful in the mud!
There are two things I’m disappointed with over this whole adventure. First, I applied ice so quickly that there was almost no swelling and only the smallest of bruises. Really! If you’re going to have an adventure, a nice bruise to show for it seems fair. Second, with Rachel half way through her treatment, which has left her bald and exhausted, and me with a broken face, it slowed us down on getting this week’s issue out. I was working on a special “What the Elves Made: an On Pasture Holiday Shoppe” to help support our On Pasture authors. It was going to be so cool! But with all the excitement, I had to scale back to something I could do while nursing a headache. So go and check it out and then imagine it with candy canes, a happy Santa handing out gifts, and more. And then, consider buying something for that special someone who needs more forage, help planning grazing, or just a cool t-shirt.
Oh – and one more thing – On Pasture will be taking off for the Holidays from December 24 – January 6. But we’ll still have all our content available so you can catch up on your winter reading.
Kathy and Rachel
P.S. I didn’t break any of the eggs when I fell! 🙂
P.S. Ok, here’s a post-surgery picture. The big pad on the side of my face is something my doctor made to prevent me from laying on my cheek when I sleep. It’s a disposable coffee cup lid wrapped in gauze. He said it was a lot cheaper than the piece he could have bought for me. 🙂