It was more flat on my back, but it sure felt like I fell flat on my face. I crashed hard. I fell onto my hands and knees then tumbled, skidded a bit on my forearms and elbow then ended flat on my back. My eyes were closed. I didn’t want to open them up. I felt pain. I felt more pain in my hands and elbow, why didn’t I get elbow pads?
I was rollerblading. I liked to exercise and I enjoyed being outside so roller blades seemed to be a fit for me. This particular day I needed fresh air. I was thinking too much about my boyfriend at the time. He was still in Jasper, Alberta and I was in Calgary. I moved for a job because I thought he was moving to pursue his career goals. Until he was charmed to stay in Jasper. There was a promise of another job that would help him with his career advancement in the corporate hotel chain. Our love story was more than complicated. I need more than this blog post, to sum up, this love affair.
I was skating along a paved foot-path behind a subdivision where my god-parents lived. I recently moved in with them because I couldn’t afford to live on my own. The apartment my ex-boyfriend and I rented was becoming too much for me, along with my car payments and everyday essentials. I worked two jobs to maintain the rent and even my father helped me for a bit, but that couldn’t go on, something had to change. The footpath was a great community area for everyone who lived in the subdivision and neighbors neighborhoods. There seemed to be people running, walking, rollerblading all the time. If you connected the footpath correctly, you could make it to downtown Calgary by the Bow-River.
I remember seeing a family of four. Mom, dad and two children. The children were on their bikes, one with training wheels, one without. They were going fast, so was I. I recently learned how to slow down like an ice skater on my blades. I was feeling confident in my new skills. The kids were riding towards the same corner I was heading towards. When I realized there was not going to be enough room for the three of us to pass one another I tried to stop myself, but I ran over a small rock and lost my footing. Bam! I was on the ground. The parents rushed over to see if I was okay. When I sat up, I looked down at my hands, they were protected by my wrist guards, a few scrapes along the padding, nothing serious. I looked at my knees which were also saved by the knee pads I was told I would need. I felt my body shaking and looked at my right elbow that seemed to be throbbing. I hear the mother say I need to wash off my elbow and get antiseptic on it to avoid infection. I see the amount of ash fault in my wound and feel my heart beat faster. The pools of blood start to appear and I hold my arm up above my head. The father asks if I have far to go, I say, not far, maybe ten minutes. Once I started to blade back to my god-parents home it felt a lot longer to get back. The ten minutes felt more like hours. My hands started to hurt from the impact of the guards onto the hard cement. My adrenaline started to kick in and I didn’t feel as much pain as I did when I first fell.
Mike, Diane? I call out when I open the door to the house. They are in the kitchen talking. I bend over to take off my roller blades. I tell them I need their help, I fell and hurt my elbow. They immediately come to my aid and take my helmet, safety pads and walk me into the kitchen and start to run the water. It’s going to sting. My god-father says. He tells me like it is, there is no need to hide the truth. They start to brush away the pebbles that are in the wound and I winch. After a few more minutes, my godmother is patting my wound dry before she puts a burn cream on it then covers it up with second skin. I’m feeling better but also a little woozy. The adrenaline is wearing off. My godmother pours me a whiskey to ease my nerves. I had another shot of whiskey to ease my nerves and the pulsating pain in my elbow that feels like it throbbing up and down my arm.
The next day I woke up and noticed my wound turning a bit green. Yikes! Now off to a clinic to get it looked at. The doctor that attended to me was cute which helped when he stuck the tetanus shot into my arm. I watched him instead of the needle. Then the doctor gave me a prescription and told me to invest in elbow pads if I was going to continue to Rollerblade. I agreed and the following week after my wound started to heal I bought elbow pads and couldn’t wait to put on my roller blades.
Do you have a memory of a sports injury? What did it feel like when it happened? Why do you think it happened?
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