About a month ago (on Nov 5 to be exact) I fell in the street. That is how this whole saga began. As I was leaving AACI, our English-speaking club, one of the ladies who volunteers there asked me to deliver an envelope across the street from where I live. I gladly agreed and took the envelope. When I got home and parked the car I decided to deliver it immediately and so started to cross the street. In that section there is a wide green verge, but it has a high step (about 1 foot) all around it. So I started to jump that, but missed and fell heavily on my right outer thigh. It hurt like hell and I was lying half on the grass when a young woman came over to help this poor old man get up. I then limped over to deliver the letter (neither rain, nor snow, nor…). At home I put a cold compress on the swelling and took some anti-inflammatory tablets and rested. This shows once again, no good deed goes unpunished. A few days later when we already had a doctor’s appointment, I told the doc about the fall, and she examined me and said it was just muscle damage. It took 3 weeks for it to recover and for the huge bruise that developed to reabsorb.
That would have been the end of it, but for the following. a few days ago I was in my studio painting, and one of the tops of a tube of paint fell on the floor and rolled under the table. I decided to continue painting and get it later. When I had finished I remembered about the top and bent down to retrieve it, but it had rolled well under the table so I squatted down and reached far under the table (big mistake) and suddenly something went in my leg and I had a terrible pain, and I sort of rolled over on the floor.
The next thing I know, I’m lying under the table on the floor, looking up at the underneath of the table and wondering where am I? I looked out and saw one of my paintings and it jogged my memory and I realized that I was on the floor of my studio. I must have blanked out for a short time. Then I tried to get up but the pain in my right leg was awful. So I rolled over and gradually managed to lever myself to my feet, and then sat down. I had made an arrangement to go out and meet our daughter Miriam, with Naomi and our carer Sahlee, at a nearby cafe. When I started to walk there I realized this was a big mistake. It was only at this point that I realized that it was the same leg and same place that was hurting me where I had recently fallen. I managed to get there, but I was in pain. So we scrubbed that idea and Miriam went back to retrieve the car and drove us home, where once again I administered salves and took tablets and lay down to rest the leg.
After lunch while lying in bed I was still in pain. So I decided to make an appointment for the doctor in the morning. I called the automatic number and was told that there was an appointment available that afternoon at 3 pm (it was then 2.40 pm). So I rushed, called a taxi and was there at 3 pm (Miriam had by this time gone home, I left Naomi with Sahlee). I waited until 3.30 pm to see the doc (no need to have rushed), and she was very thorough, and said it could most likely be a tear in the muscle or possibly bleeding. She gave me a strong painkiller, but not a musclc relaxant, that I wanted. She sent me to have an ultra-sound and an X-ray in our Sick Fund (Kupat Holim) Maccabi (very close by), and since she was leaving, she also gave me a referral to go to the moked (the focus session) being held at the orthopedic department in Maccabi that evening at 7 pm.
I went and had the US and the technician told me there was no evidence of a tear or bleeding. The X-ray was also negative. The orthopod told me he did not need to see me, but he thought it could also possibly be DVT (deep vein thrombosis) that causes intra-muscular pain. So he gave me a referral to the emergency room (miyun) at Laniado Hospital. By this time it was already 8 pm, and it was painful for me to walk. So I took a taxi to Laniado and gave the letter from the two docs in there and I was put in a bed and they took the routine tests, bp and temp, and took blood for some tests. I lay there for about an hour, while people in much worse shape than me went in and out. I asked about my results and they told me “oh, they are negative, you can go home.” So I jumped out of bed (slowly) collected the letter for my doctor and went home by taxi. I was over-joyed to be out of there and Naomi was equally pleased to see me. Today my leg is already feeling a lot better. Moral of this story, to retrieve things from under tables use a broom and the consequences of doing a good deed can never be predicted.