Greetings, loyal blog readers. I was all set yesterday to write a new post for this blog, but got diverted to the hospital instead.

Yep, while my senior pal who walks with me and I were out for our early morning brisk walk yesterday, we were struck…

…by a stupid deer (buck) that came bounding out of a forested area. We had our backs to it as we were walking along on a sidewalk, and that stupid thing ran right into my senior pal, and as it tried to get past her, it glanced a blow at me.

Both my senior pal and I were knocked into the street. My pal got kicked and stomped on by the buck before it ran off.

We lay there winded and stunned. But realizing that we were in the street, I carefully helped my pal back onto the sidewalk and began to assess her (and my) injuries.

A passerby stopped his car and asked what happened. I explained. He called 9-1-1 and very quickly, a trained crew from my local fire station showed up. I know these guys — they were all shocked about what happened.

My sr. pal and I were treated for bleeding, loaded into the ambulance, and taken to the hospital.

By the time we arrived in the emergency room, I figured out that I was not badly hurt. I had a little road rash (skin abrasion) on my right leg and a sore right knee. I was much more worried about my friend. She is 80 years old!

Doctors evaluated her and had x-rays taken. My friend’s daughter arrived in time to hear the results — no broken bones. Grateful for small miracles!

I reached my husband by phone (which is not easy to do since he seldom answers the phone from numbers on Caller ID that he does not recognize). I explained what happened and told him that I would be there for a while. I asked him not to alarm the family and to wait for more information.

My friend was patched up and we waited with her for the afternoon while the doctors made sure that there were no signs of a concussion, swelling, or blood clots from bruising. My friend’s daughter is a registered nurse, so the hospital was okay with releasing my friend (and me) in the late afternoon.

My friend’s daughter drove me home. I wanted to go with her to take her mother back into her home, but she insisted that I not try to strain myself, and that she could take care of it. I was in no position to argue.

I spoke with my friend and her daughter twice last night, and my friend is okay, resting well, and managing the pain.

This morning, I am also feeling rather sore, but otherwise okay. I am black-and-blue in places that I didn’t know I had. I am still in shock by what happened from such a strange, bizarre situation.

Life is short: perhaps adjust walking time to when it is daylight….