Hi y’all, I know I’ve been missing for a while, and I had just gotten started here at Sticks, but this is why:
Have you all seen the new Master Card commercial where the SNL (Saturday Night Live) cartoon buffoon Mr. Bill goes flying off the back of a treadmill? Yeah, well don’t try it at home… or at the gym!
For all you younger folks who don’t remember Mr. Bill, the hilariously ill-fated floppy doll, you can jog your childhood memories or get new ones at YouTube, where they have this and several of his other misfortunes (YouTube has everything!). But I digress…
So I was up in Chicago visiting the family for Mother’s Day, and my sister convinced me to get up two hours earlier than we needed to and go work out at her gym. We get on the treadmills, and set them for 40 minutes.
“These are powerful. Whatever you do, don’t let go,” she says, and I laugh because I’ve been on treadmills many times before. But, of course, with only 5 minutes left out of 40, I proceeded to let go because I’m such a well-balanced sports pro (ha-ha). All of a sudden, my left foot caught the side, I was whacked over into the handlebar, and I heard this crack. Then, before she could get to me to turn the machine off, I tumbled first onto my back and end up on my stomach. Not pleasant, and very humiliating! The place was packed with people!
In immense pain, I figured I broke a rib, but told her I was fine - resisting every impulse to make her feel guilty as sin for dragging me there.
Next day, the pain was so bad I got up really early, figuring I’d sneak off to a nearby emergency room before meeting up with the family again. I called my insurance company for a network ER. They sent me to a hospital, I drove there, and found out it is now a public library!
So, I thought, “I’m going home in 2 days, I’ll live with the pain.” They don’t do anything for broken ribs anyway anymore, it just has to heal naturally. I figured as soon as I get back to Tampa, I’ll go get X-rays and see how bad it really is.
But one day after returning, I found out my husband’s brother, suffering with a glioma brain tumor just like Ted Kennedy’s for two years, was finally near the end of his pain. We left for South Carolina for a sad but also relieving ending to a long road. He believed in God and looked forward to a better place. During the wait at the hospital (4 days), I did stuff for his side of the family like go get take-out and sundries. My pain was minuscule compared to theirs.
Long story short, I finally got X-rays and did have a broken rib. It hurt pretty bad for 3-4 weeks - no treadmills or upper-body exercise for me - but then started clearing up suddenly. I haven’t been able to sit really comfortably at the computer until last week.
And so, that is my story and the moral is - don’t let go of the handlebars. And I hope everyone’s family is OK this summer.
(For more hilarious treadmill terrors, see this video, or this one. I’ve been getting them from everyone!).