It’s been 15 days since my fall in streets of Manhattan and today I feel better than I have in the last fifteen days. Walking around is no longer a painful experience. My ribs had been extremely painful since that fateful night. When I finally made it to the hospital two days after my fall, the Physician’s Assistant informed me that the only treatment for broken, fractured or bruised ribs are pain killers and time, all I could do was wait patiently for recovery. As anyone who knows me can tell you, patience is not my strong suit.
I did have some help along the way. First there was the outpouring of concern and encouragement from friends, which felt like a soothing balm to my spirit. Thank you so much to all of you who emailed or called to comfort me, I sincerely appreciate it. And did I mention help from my Honey Bunny...
The other means of remedy that I incorporated were Rescue Homeopathic Remedy, and with that it only took three to four days for me to fully recover from the shock and trauma. What a magnificent remedy to always have around. Another remedy I took on a regular basis was Arnica Homeopathic Remedy. Both of these natural remedies were very helpful. In addition, I popped
some Advil when it got unbearable, I can’t deny that. I continued to go to work every day, like so many others do everyday, in pain. Most of the pain now is primarily in the morning. I guess because as we sleep our bodies get a little stiff from inactivity. Once we get going, everything warms up and the pain can begin to subside. I’m slowly getting some aerobics in on stationary bikes.
When I consider the consequence of Natasha Richardson’s fatal fall, I realize how very lucky I am, it could have been so much worse; worse in ways I do not like to even imagine. Like when my friend Ruth told me how bad it could have been had I hit my face and all my teeth could have gone flying out my mouth! Crazy lucky I am!
Still there’s the realty of Natasha Richardson. I didn’t know her that well, really not at all; like most , I just admired her acting and thought often of her mother , Vanessa Redgrave when I saw Natasha performing her craft. I always felt Natasha’s voice sounded like some different kind of music, husky and rich. My heart goes out to her and her family. I am a fan of her mother’s work and it’s said, that one of the greatest pains in life, is burying your own child…
So again, I’m know I am very blessed and I would like to say again, Thank you to all those who sent their blessings my way. I’m on my way back to 1oo%. Thank you!!!