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Just That Quick...

By Carolina Sonshine on 09/19/13 22:13
Charlotte Observer
  • Fallout injury TAMMY GARLOCK

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Monday night, I was reminded once again of how quickly life can change…  One little moment of distraction, a split-second of carelessness and suddenly your world turns upside down…




I was upstairs searching for a book; Gracie came up, asked a question and went back down to unload the dishwasher.  A few seconds after she left the room, I heard several thumps followed by a resounding thud; I ran to the top of the stairwell and looked down to see her crumpled on the tile floor below.




“Gracie, are you okay?  What happened?”




When she heard my voice, she found her breath and erupted into an ear-piercing screech…




After three children and nearly three decades of parenting, I’ve learned to evaluate the situation based solely upon the sound of the cry.




This one raised the hair on the back of my neck.




I raced to the foot of the stairs to help…  Gracie was holding her ankle and writhing in pain.  She was crying and shrieking as shockwaves pulsed up her leg; her foot was at an odd angle; it was scraped, bruised and swelling rapidly…




Her wailing was shrill and disconcerting; I had to yell at her to calm down and slow her breathing before she hyperventilated.  It was difficult for me to think while she was screaming…




I began shouting for John to help me get her up; he took one look at Grace and hustled to the kitchen for ice while I changed out of my pjs so I could take her to the emergency room.




Twenty-four hours, multiple x-rays, a splint, crutches, pain pills, ibuprofen, an orthopedic doctor visit, partially torn tendons and an air cast later, we made it home and finally started to unwind from the urgency and adrenalin.




Unfortunately, I’m still waiting for my anxiety level to abate; my sleep schedule has been completely shot since the all-nighter. 




Grace is facing several weeks of crutch use and at least a month in the ‘boot’.  Each time I hear her clunking along on the crutches, I hold my breath; every entry point and level of our home requires navigating at least three steps (which, by her estimation, is the number she tumbled down).




We are unsure of exactly what caused her to fall; tripping over her own feet, catching her shoe on the stair tread, missing a step, hurrying, or some combination thereof…  The stairs weren’t wet, nor was there anything on them to tangle around her ankles.


We are very thankful it turned out to be a severe sprain instead of something worse, like a head injury…or fractured bones…or a need for surgical intervention…  Grace could have easily broken her neck; this particular flight of stairs is steep and lands into a pair of sliding wooden/glass doors.




I’m thinking her shoes may have been (or at least contributed to) what happened, so effective immediately, I’ve implemented a new house rule: no flip-flops on stairs.  I’m not sure my heart can handle another episode like this one anytime soon…






Tammy will update her blog twice weekly…



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