Unsure temperatures
The last week or so, weather in Nairobi has been confused, bright and shinny one minute, freezing the next. The warm episodes could last all eternity if it were up to me but then again, that must be why God is not human(read selfish). The 12th of June was one such confused day, it was so bright in the morning I was sure I'd get rid of my layers of jackets at some point but it remained stubbornly chilly. Fastforward to lunch time, I toyed with my food as I enjoyed my one hour break from sitting down and headed back to my desk.
Habits, the dive
I had requested a meet with a colleague and when they were settled in after lunch I headed to their office. To be sure I don't miss the seat, I've developed the habit of holding onto the arms of the seat before easing onto it. Let's just say on this day I missed the right chair-arm and boy did I dive! Since my hands were behind me I couldn't use the to break the fall and my chin had to do it for me. Having fallen so many times, I call this diving like a pro! The thing with falls when you have muscles with a brain of their own, it happens so fast that the most reaction you can have is to try and minimise the injury, in a split second, the pain you feel informs you of the extent of the injury. I digress, on this particular one I immediately knew I'd burst my lip but the pain wasn't as searing as in previous falls so I knew I might escape without layers of stitches.
Reaction, pain, ice
The colleague in whose office I was, rushed and helped me seat up just in time for the others to respond to the thud. In no time they'd brought me tissues to reduce the blood that was coming from the cut as well as ice to place on the lip and stop the blood flow. All this time I knew I needed to assess the damage with a mirror just to be sure of what I was dealing with, luckily when I did it hadn't gone through just as I had suspected.
Emergency contact
When I had seemingly settled down and the bleeding stopped, I was escorted back to my desk maintaining the cold compression on the lip. We now needed to call someone who could make a professional judgement of my lip situation and probably get me to a dentist if need be. In these moments, I like being the one making the call, I come from a family of worriers(Njahira©) and a phonecall from the office would blow things out of proportion and being the whole can to the reception in a matter of minutes. I placed a call and was picked up probably faster than a fire brigade would have made it to the office. Thankfully my dentist confirmed that I wouldn't need stitches since it wasn't a deep cut. I however knew that I would need to talk way less, so much for my 75,000words, to help the lip reseal itself. This whole time I kept thinking to myself, "the devil is a liar".
Thanks to all my colleagues for being there, sorry I make you so worried, and thanks for agreeing to be part of my muscular dystrophy journey. Thanks to my emergency contact for understanding when I lie to you on the phone that all is well only for you to find me with a burst lip. And for my special needs journey buddy for agreeing to be grossed out by the photos I sent you of the freshly injured lip. Second day and counting, we can all rest easy the lip is almost back to its original size :-) Have a fabulous fall-free week
The last week or so, weather in Nairobi has been confused, bright and shinny one minute, freezing the next. The warm episodes could last all eternity if it were up to me but then again, that must be why God is not human(read selfish). The 12th of June was one such confused day, it was so bright in the morning I was sure I'd get rid of my layers of jackets at some point but it remained stubbornly chilly. Fastforward to lunch time, I toyed with my food as I enjoyed my one hour break from sitting down and headed back to my desk.
Habits, the dive
I had requested a meet with a colleague and when they were settled in after lunch I headed to their office. To be sure I don't miss the seat, I've developed the habit of holding onto the arms of the seat before easing onto it. Let's just say on this day I missed the right chair-arm and boy did I dive! Since my hands were behind me I couldn't use the to break the fall and my chin had to do it for me. Having fallen so many times, I call this diving like a pro! The thing with falls when you have muscles with a brain of their own, it happens so fast that the most reaction you can have is to try and minimise the injury, in a split second, the pain you feel informs you of the extent of the injury. I digress, on this particular one I immediately knew I'd burst my lip but the pain wasn't as searing as in previous falls so I knew I might escape without layers of stitches.
Reaction, pain, ice
The colleague in whose office I was, rushed and helped me seat up just in time for the others to respond to the thud. In no time they'd brought me tissues to reduce the blood that was coming from the cut as well as ice to place on the lip and stop the blood flow. All this time I knew I needed to assess the damage with a mirror just to be sure of what I was dealing with, luckily when I did it hadn't gone through just as I had suspected.
Emergency contact
When I had seemingly settled down and the bleeding stopped, I was escorted back to my desk maintaining the cold compression on the lip. We now needed to call someone who could make a professional judgement of my lip situation and probably get me to a dentist if need be. In these moments, I like being the one making the call, I come from a family of worriers(Njahira©) and a phonecall from the office would blow things out of proportion and being the whole can to the reception in a matter of minutes. I placed a call and was picked up probably faster than a fire brigade would have made it to the office. Thankfully my dentist confirmed that I wouldn't need stitches since it wasn't a deep cut. I however knew that I would need to talk way less, so much for my 75,000words, to help the lip reseal itself. This whole time I kept thinking to myself, "the devil is a liar".
Thanks to all my colleagues for being there, sorry I make you so worried, and thanks for agreeing to be part of my muscular dystrophy journey. Thanks to my emergency contact for understanding when I lie to you on the phone that all is well only for you to find me with a burst lip. And for my special needs journey buddy for agreeing to be grossed out by the photos I sent you of the freshly injured lip. Second day and counting, we can all rest easy the lip is almost back to its original size :-) Have a fabulous fall-free week
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