When Large Objects Collide

Last week the Fryers gave us an old refrigerator. Last Thursday, I borrowed the bishop's hand truck and walked it from Fryers to our house. Our old garage refrigerator leaks condensed water inside, so we thought we would replace it.

Andrew walked in front of me to help me stay on the sidewalk. I pulled the hand truck, resting the fridge mostly on my chest. Gideon stabilized and pushed coming up the hill. 

As we got to our driveway, I heaved really hard to get it over the bump, but my left leg was on a piece of ice and I just went down. My right leg hit the falling hand truck, as it didn't slide. Once the refrigerator rested upon me, it slowly tilted to me right and thumped down on its side in the driveway.

Andrew and Gideon were a little nervous. It was a pretty epic fail, but was I dead? I didn't really feel anything too painful, but laid there for a moment trying to analyze if anything bad had happened to me. Empty refrigerators aren't that heavy, but the hand truck hit me pretty hard.

Gideon asked "Is anything broken?". I said "um ..." I didn't think so but was trying to pay attention, as I knew I hit my leg pretty hard. Gideon then said "Oh no. That's not good." But I told him felt fine but wasn't sure quite what happened.

I got up, and we got the refrigerator in. I felt fine.

The next morning, the outside of my right leg just below the knee was hurting. It was deep: it felt like my bone was bruised. My leg looked fine. 

Forward more than a week later to today. As I went to take a shower, Susan commented on my bruise. I hadn't noticed that it appeared, so I took a picture of it today:

Definitely a deep bruise. It doesn't hurt much at all anymore. Now that I am old, the bruise probably won't go away until I retire or something!

I am grateful it wasn't worse.