Roy helped Richard out of the car, then walked around to my side to open my door. I reached inside for my cane, and was turning to join them.
Roy was Richard’s caregiver, and came weekdays to our home.
“Wait Richard,” Roy said.
I turned suddenly to see Richard running away from the house, toward the street. Roy was chasing him.
“Richard! Richard!” I called out. And then I lost my balance, and went crashing down onto the concrete.
“Roy! Roy!” I yelled, “I’ve fallen!”
Roy had finally caught up to Richard, and the two of them rushed over to find me on my back.
“Oh my gosh, Ann . . . are you alright?” Roy said.
“I think I’ve killed myself, this time,” I said, “I can’t move. I’ve hurt myself badly.”
I was taken by ambulance to the hospital emergency room. Roy called Janet, and she left work to meet us there.
“What happened, Mom?” Janet said.
I told her the whole story, and then began to realize that my leg was starting to hurt.
“My leg really hurts,” I said.
Janet looked at it. There was no bruising or swelling. It looked just like my other leg. But the pain was becoming worse by the minute.
About that time a doctor entered my room.
“Looks like you had a nasty fall, Mrs. Snow. I’ve ordered X-rays for your back,” he said.
“My back doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as my leg,” I said.
“Hmm . . . “ he said. He pressed on my leg ever so slightly.
“Oww!” I said.
“It’s probably just bruised. It looks okay,” he said.
“Mom doesn’t complain of pain unless she’s really hurting. I know it looks alright, but could you have a look at it, too?” Janet said.
“Of course. I’ll change the order to include pictures of her leg,” he said.
Following the X-ray, Janet asked the technician if there was any problem with my leg.
“It’s not really my place to tell you, but there’s definitely a problem,” he said.
He walked into the adjoining room, and then returned with the X-ray. He held up the X-ray and pointed to the bone.
“Her femur is literally snapped in half,” he said.
“No wonder it hurts,” I said.
I was in surgery the next day, where a long metal rod was screwed from my knee all the way up to my hip to hold the bone together.
Why am I telling you this? Because apparently broken bones do not always cause bruising or swelling. I had just broken the largest bone in my body. A bone that is rarely ever broken. And there were no outward signs whatsoever – except my complaint of pain.
Had no one listened to me, I could’ve eventually died from that break due to infection that can occur from a break of that particular bone. If you or a loved one has a fall, and there is a lot of pain in a specific area – even with no swelling or bruising, get it x-rayed. It may very well be broken.