Yesterday I fell UP the steps. I have five steps from my bedroom up to the landing in front of my bathroom and three steps from that landing up to my loft office. It happened on those last three steps. The problem is I don’t walk up steps, I run. I have always done that. No need to waste time on steps. But yesterday morning my Yellow Box flip-flops tripped me and I arrived in my office on all fours.
I hit hard. I felt nauseated. I began to evaluate the damage. Right wrist and elbow hurting a bit. Neck experiencing some pain. Left knee aching and scraped through my jeans. Left prosthetic arm making a funny jingling sound. Not good.
When I fell, I had my prosthetic arm bent at the elbow, locked into a ninety-degree angle. I landed with great force on the forearm. Had I knocked a hole in it? No. Had I cracked it? No. Had I broken the forearm from the elbow? No. Would the elbow unlock and lock into positions? Uh, oh. Normally I had ten positions, from arm fully extended to arm fully bent. Not anymore. I had totally taken out the center positions.
So I get to spend my off day today at the prosthetics facility. No offense to my friends at Fourroux Prosthetics; they are the best. The way I have it pictured, there’s a wheel with notches and teeth inside the elbow. I think one or two of my teeth are rolling around loose. Hey, I wonder if the Fourroux Team can help my bruises and pain. Probably not. I don’t think they deal in flesh and blood repairs.
If the Lord delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:23-24 (NIV)
Author’s Note: I was right. When my elbow was disassembled, we found a knocked out “tooth.” I hit hard enough to shear off 3/16″ steel!