I didn't see any pics on DnvrFox's excellent post about falling when not on a bike, so I thought I'd contribute a separate post with a photo of my bruise.
A little over a week ago, while conducting a night photography session at the base of Yosemite Falls, I managed to fall, tripping over a five-foot long, six-inch high, sharp-edged rock. Frankly, the rock was more like a small boulder and I went down like the proverbial tree in the forest.
The bruise itself didn't begin to appear for at least two days. I'm surprised it took that long, because I'm on aspirin and an anti-coagulant. However, the medication explains, I'm sure, the severity of the bruise, which kept growing, little islands of bruises, converging to form a Pangea-like continent of purple.
There wasn't time to react. When I hit, I landed on my knees and my right arm, including my wrist and elbow. It hurt so mightily that, upon standing up, I stretched out on the ground again, because I felt like I was going to vomit.
When the pain in my extremities subsided, I realized I had the mother of all charley horses. I couldn't stand for a few minutes, much less walk. After a while I was able to hobble back to my room.
Much of the pain in my thigh is gone. However, I must have squished a nerve, because I still have strange pains, especially in bed when I simply move my leg - a slow-moving pain works its way from my knee to my hip and lasts for several seconds. It's made sleeping difficult. My right knee is tender to the touch. I can walk, I can ride my bike (I think inertia from the pedals helps with the latter), and while it hurts a little, I can bear it. In fact, I rode 20 miles around Yosemite Valley and up the incline to the famed Tunnel View four days later.
This photo is a couple days old. While there's some obvious healing now - a lot of it has started to fade - the bruise has also continued to grow, spreading down over my knee and the down part of my shin, and it's all over the top of my thigh, too. I guess it's added to my cyclists' tan.
At 63, I think I might be lucky I didn't break anything. Definitely it sent another whiff of mortality coursing through me. I was tremendously relieved when I realized I hadn't broken anything - at least nothing apparent - yet I'm dismayed at the strange, lingering pains. Then again, maybe I should be glad that's all I have, and glad that I can feel something at all.
I hope an old dog can learn new tricks. If I have to walk as much as a step away from my camera and tripod, I'll make sure I keep my headlamp on next time I make some night photographs.
Thanks, DnvrFox, for letting me show off my bruise!