Just after stepping over a tree across the trail–it felt as if a baseball bat had hit me on my right calf–and sudden pain made it hard to walk. I called to Dragonfly to stop, she asked “what’s wrong?”. When I told her, she said that it didn’t sound good. After much discussion we decided to end the days hike and seek medical attention.
Fortunately we were close to a building and road. Dragonfly took my backpack and then hers to the bottom of the mountain we had just begun to climb. I followed. Across a field was what looked like a factory, Dragonfly headed in that direction, while I waited. Soon she returned and right behind her came a young man with his SUV across the field. He drove is back into town to the free clinic–they couldn’t help, and sent us to the emergency room at the local hospital.
After filling out all those forms, getting triage questions answered, I was wheeled into a cubicle to await the doctor. Minutes later a nurse and student nurse came to check on me and then the doctor arrived. After examining my leg, he diagnosed me as having torn a muscle. He recommended rest, ice, and elevation and to stay off the hiking trail for three days. After being given crutches we were ready to leave. The nurse who first saw me, called her son Troy, he came to the hospital, picked is up and offered to drive us to wherever we needed to go.
So after filling a prescription at the pharmacy, we decided to try getting a room at the Plaza Motel (which we had left just three and a half hours before) again. The wonderfully nice guy here at the Plaza gave us a good deal since we have to be here for three days.
So here we are still in Pearisburg, VA. A setback for sure, but not down for the count.