I was at the ED to have the goose-egg on my head examined, my knee X-rayed and the gash on my knee dressed.  It happened while walking the small but fierce Chihuahua not the wild, but jolly Whippet.   I am fine-- there were no brain bleeds or anything of that ilk.
But this experience showed up in what I wrote this week.

A Ricercare (Ree-chair-carry) is a baroque instrumental piece of music that is highly imitative, but can be other things too.  It is basically what ever the composer wants. This not written in a Baroque style, but the style of what fell out of my head this week.

It begins a bit menacing-- maybe this dog-walkie will be a bit off.  Then I fell in slow motion.  It was only a split-second and my head hit the pavement.  But prelude to that is me getting tangled up -- Lucy reacting badly (normally) to a squirrel- I actually said to myself:  I'm falling!  Don't hit your head. 
Then I did hit my head.
The part in the middle is me waiting for things to happen at the hospital. Tick-tock in the strings. Having it explained to me that a head injury is dangerous in old people and if they find anything (?) I might be admitted.  I was a bit apprehensive.  I just turned 65 this month, and truly don't feel old.  The hospital staff were nice but seemed determined to drive home that point.
I return to the beginning of the piece and tell the story again, which what I have been doing since the accident. I worried everyone.
As I was laying on the pavement I managed get over to the shoulder of the road in a worm-like way and use my cell phone to call my son who lives with me, but has no car.  He came running down the road with an ice pack and took care of Lucy while I minced my way back home. By that time my husband was there-- (works 30 min. away) and you know the rest.

Thanks for listening!

Tags: strings, synthetic scale, week 39 2024, View by:Daisy