Day six since my bike adventure. Most of my left leg, from groin to ankle, is purple and black and assorted colors, with hints of yellow. I guess that means the colors will soon recede.
The swelling on my knee has subsided, reduced from the size of a mango to an avocado, but the kneecap area is still numb. My doctor says not to worry. I'm able to walk around, but am trying not to put too much pressure on my left leg, which I can bend somewhat. No Yoga for me for a while--I really miss the stretches.
On Saturday our four-year-old grandson was at the house. A few days earlier he had fallen in his sukkah and lost two fingernails. When I took him and my son home from Cedars Emergency, he had proudly showed me his bandaged and splinted "bionical" fingers.
He waved them at me.
"Doing okay?" I asked.
He nodded. "Can I see your boo-boo, Nana?"
This is a kid who loves Lord of the Rings and is fascinated by bows and arrows and sabers.
"Sure." I eased the bandage to the side. "What do you think?"
He studied my knee for a moment. "Good," he pronounced.
I'm taking his word for it.