Well, the last few days have been interesting to say the least. Sunday I went to take pictures at the Taste of Marietta, and it was like rush hour on Interstate 75 in Atlanta. Everybody left at the same time!!! There were about 80,000-90,000 people there and when you get that many people crammed in a city block, you might as well forget moving…
One disadvantage of being in a wheelchair is being so low to the ground and out of a regular person’s line of vision. I got bumped, hit and almost run over more times than I have fingers, and probably as a result, may have broken my left leg. It sticks out a few inches farther than my right one, and when people hit it I’m always afraid something like this will happen.
I was using the bathroom a couple hours ago and something told me to run my left hand down my leg, and sure enough I felt something peculiar. Right below my hip, there’s a little indention I don’t think is supposed to be there. I called dad and he came down to check me out. Then I rolled over to the fire department (good thing it’s right next door :)) and about three paramedics, the deputy chief and a couple others checked me out and pretty much confirmed what I already knew… We went to the doctor yesterday and told him what happened, and he didn’t act like anything was wrong and (here’s what kills me) didn’t even order an x-ray!!! Hell, common sense would’ve told me to at LEAST do that to rule out a break.
So, long story short, I’m home all comfy waiting on the doctor to call dad back so we can go get some answers. Don’t worry, I’m paralyzed below the waist so I can’t feel anything to even know what’s wrong. I’m just going on with my life, like nothing happened, but I’m still concerned. Even with the swelling I know something’s not right. I’ll keep you posted.