As I continue to work on my new multimedia project 'Liar Liar,' I'm also looking through some of our behind-the-scenes footage. The location in Maine was beautiful, still and quiet - until we heard gun shots around sunset. The lake looked almost fake, like a sheet of glass had been placed over it. Little did we know this beautiful and productive day would come crashing down in a major fall...
Yep, that's a photo of me at the hospital with a bloody towel. So here's what happened:
The next day I was packing my things in Jeremy's house, and decided to carry all five of my bags at the same time down his UNcarpeted staircase, maybe 12 or 15 steps.
Well, I dropped one of my bags and the momentum of my remaining bags kept me going - I tripped over it and thankfully tumbled on my ass most of the way down, but did a flip at some point and pulled-off a chunk of the stair railing with my head. Yep, just stuck right in there.
His adorable puppies came over and started licking me but I pushed them away. The pain didn't hit me until Jeremy and his grandma rushed over - almost like their reaction came before my own. He took me to the emergency room where I recited a bunch of phone numbers incorrectly and spelled things wrong, and then found a larger chunk of railing in my hair.
They ran some tests or something and I sat there holding the towel to the back of my head for two hours. It wasn't until I got up to use the bathroom did I realize the hand with which I held the towel had become stiff. I mean, so stiff it could not bend, at all.
I returned from the bathroom and the doctor told me 'good news' - I didn't have a concussion and I only needed one staple in my head. Great! Then, I mentioned my hand. After a thorough examination they determined I had fractured a ligament, which is apparently hard to do and equally hard to heal.
Hand splinted and bandaged, I drove myself home to Massachusetts the next day, staying in the slow lane the whole time as I drove with my left hand, which grew into a much stronger driving hand. Physical therapy has started, and while we're pretty sure I don't need surgery, I can't do anything with this hand for a good while...
Such is the price we pay for art! This is also why I have been so slow moving in the post-production process. I'm only glad I created an entire project and got something out of this whole trip, and that this accident wasn't for nothing.
Keep checking back for more updates on my 'Liar Liar' series!