We were taking the dogs for a walk, in the afternoon, I guess it was around 4pm, that sort of thing. I was faffing about being the last person to leave the house, as is my want. Oh, I don't know why? I guess I am just the more relaxed one of us two.
To be fair, Sam usually just announces its time for a walk and then he puts his shoes on and heads straight out the front door to wait. Strait to it. Usually, Brun, and possibly Otto, will wait out the front with him, although Otto, more often than not, will wait inside the house in the hallway as he has a want to be the last to leave the house.
So, I headed out the front last thing and Sam is sitting on the ground.
“Why are you sitting on the path?”
“Help me up will you?”
“But why are you down there?”
“Just help me up.”
“Help you up, old man, what are you talking about?”
“Give me your hand.”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
“Oh, ah, shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Otto knocked me over.”
“Otto did what? How?”
“Otto was in the hallway, he saw a dog walk past the gate, he ran to the gate knocking me off my feet as he went.”
“Otto did?”
“Oh, my back. Oh. Ah!” Sam got to his feet. He looked at me.
“What happened?”
“I was standing on the front step looking at my phone one minute, the next minute I crashed down on the step, my back hit on the step.”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is your back okay?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
He had the shell-shocked look on his face of someone who has gone through something they haven’t quite worked out.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
Sam shuffled off inside without looking back.
“I bought those anti-inflammatories this morning, take two.”
“Okay.”
“You have to take them with food, apparently.”
“Okay.”
I picked up the dog leads and took them for a walk.
As I walked the dogs, I wondered if I should have stayed with Sam longer. You know, was he okay? Was he damaged worse than we thought? Was he damaged worse than he thought? What if he had broken vertebrae? Cracked one? Chipped one? Imaging if he was permanently damaged? Those things happen to people all the time. People get permanent injuries from the simplest of mishaps. It happenes every day.
I text him. You oaky?
Annoyingly, I got back, I don’t know, again.
I kept walking with the dogs.
I text him again. Do you need to go to hospital? If you do, we can go when I get back? Or I can come back now?
I don’t know, he replied.
Thinking about it later, he was a bit in shock, I guess. I started to hurry the dogs along so we could get hime again. If anyone knows anything about bulldogs, you can't hurry them along.
I got back and Sam was on the couch with a blanket over him. He was asleep. (not so unusual for Sam, he has the ability to just drop off to sleep in an instant) I stood there and watched his chest go up and down just to check he was still breathing. Okay, I can be dramatic too.
He eventually woke up. He wanted me to put cream on his back. He said he couldn’t roll over. I helped him as best I could. He called out in pain as I rolled him. I rubbed Voltaren cream into his back.
He wanted his track pants. I had to pull his jeans off and dress him in his track pants. None of this alleviated my concern about him.
Luckily, we had leftover pasta in the fridge, which I could just microwave for dinner.
Sam said he fell onto the front step backwards, but he fell kind of on his back, but more on his side, and not flat on his spine, which I am thinking is lucky.
We called David who was medically trained at uni in his previous life, and asked questions, he said as long as his not getting sharp stabbing pain, he should be okay.
“Keep taking anti-inflammatories. Tell me the name of what you have?”
We told him what we had.
“Take a couple of Panadol’s as well for the pain.”
"Okay," said Sam.
"You have to treat the inflammation straight way," said David.
Sam complained every time he had to move after that, but he said he could move fine, and it felt like everything was working properly, just painfully.
I think he's okay.
He started bossing me around, which I take as a good sign, back to normal.
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