I love walking the dogs and I was walking Fella, a lovely young male Border Collie when out of nowhere, with no warning, my legs were taken out from underneath me.
A very excited, very young, male labrador had bowled me over and in mid-air flight, I could remember thinking, "...landing is going to hurt..." My left hip hit the stony ground first, followed by my arm, my left hand and the side of my face.
I did NOT swear! I might have groaned somewhat and then made even more noises as I gingerly stood. Strangely, I felt no pain in my hip, but my hand hurt like £@&%?!!! and instantly swelled up and turned a funny blue colour.
I got the dog back to the car and then realised I would have to somehow drive and use the gear stick (controlled by your left hand) to get Fella and then me, home. I was also starting to seize up myself and now there appeared to be a strange pain in my hip that was getting stronger and stronger.
I got home (somehow) and limped into the house. After a very necessary cup of tea (I'm so British!) and some painkillers, we made a trip to the St Mary's Minor Injury Unit in Portsmouth. After an X-ray or two, they discovered that actually there wasn't a break, but that I did have extensive soft tissue damage and that I was to take it easy for a week or two.
Hmm....I run a dog walking business and have four kids. 'Taking it easy for a week or two' does not apply to me. It's impossible.
So now, I have a nicely bruised and swollen body and a very sore hip which feels mightily damaged, but luckily isn't broken (which I am not sharing pictures of, because nobody needs to see THAT) but I also managed a research trip to a minor injuries unit, where I met some very nice nurses, Xray technicians and doctors. Hmm....could set a story in one of those places.