Mom, first off I am so terribly sorry to hear what happened. I'm grateful it was nothing more serious, that you didn't need to call 911, that you were able to get back inside. Your family loves you and will understand, so please stop beating yourself up. Accidents happen, that's why they're called accidents. Maybe for such snowy days something to help you walk and find your traction? Joan's suggestion of a cane is a good idea. You may not want to use it, but it could mean the difference next time, and they make so many pretty ones now a days.
You ask who hurts themselves by walking. Well.... lemme share with you an utter moment of embarassment. Before winter decended upon my lil rural town I used to walk at night. I would put my son to bed, grab my iPod, and hit the neighborhood streets for about an hour; it was pretty much the only thing I could do to help keep myself in shape. Recently it had rained. Always welcome in the high desert, but in my neighborhood we had several intersections where the rain would gather, flooding the road from one corner to the other with a length of 5 - 10' down the road. Now normally I walked in the road. It was the most level and consistant; the sidewalk doesn't go all the way around. I walked every night unless it was raining, infact I'd just done this walk the night before. I was on my way home, I was actually in an upbeat mood; gotta love those endorphins! I crossed the street to the sidewalk and followed it around the corner. Where the sidewalk ended I was going to head back down to the road. Well..... there was a major crack in the sidewalk there, followed by about a two inch drop to the dirt and lose gravel, which then sloped back up before dropping off to the asphalt. I went to step down, misjudgeing the distance and hit hard. My next step didn't come up as high and the toe of my sneaker cauht on the rise of dirt, pitching me forward. I brought my hands forward to stop my fall, but at the last minute panic'd because of my right arm. So my face helped stop my fall. Yup, face first into the road. For the longest time I could still remember the sensation of my nose crunching onto the asphalt, the bang of my teeth before my momentum slid me forward. I was really glad I carried my cell phone so I could call my family and let them know to have the first aide kit on standby as I found the will power to stand up (and do an interal check of my injuries) and hobble the the block and a half home. I was so bummed, I ripped out both knees of my favorite jeans. Sure it was a trip to the ER in the middle of the night for four stitches to my face just above my upper lip (for a week it looked like someone had smashed a spider on my face with all those lil black threads like lil spider legs) after they pulled some gravel outta the hole, but that was the worst of my injuries aside from my major injury to my dignity. People would be like 'OMG what happened to you?!' Oh, I was in an accident. 'A car accident? Were you in the car, did you get hit by a car?!' Umm, no... I was walking. 'Oh so you were walking and you were hit by a car!' Ummm.... noooooo... I was just out walking. Period. There were no cars, there was nothing. Just me and the road.
I tell ya they've got it all wrong. Walking isn't good for you, it's hazardous to your health. ;)
Originally injured 10/26/2007 - Initial diagnosis; Tendonitis
Spent next year seeing specialist after specialist; Bone, Muscle, Hand, Chriopractor, Physical Therapist...
Went through a battery of tests, multiple MRI's
11/16/09 I was finally diagnosed CRPS - Stage 2
Permanently disabled and on Percoset for pain.
Hoping 2011 will see my spinal cord stimulator unit finally implanted.