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Day from He**!
Friday was perhaps the worst day ever for me. I slipped on salad dressing in our work cafeteria and broke my ankle. Then last night I lost my balance on crutches and fell and hit my head on a sharp door jam. I have a laceration with 9 staples. The cat scan was fine and I never lost consciousness.
Both events were quite the scene. At work, everyone standing over me asking me are you ok? Do you want an ambulance? Repeatedly! Colleagues and strangers. Luckily, we are in the new balance building where there are all these new sports orthopedic surgeons. Some one from the group was at lunch and saw and ran and got a wheelchair and I was x rayed and booted and given crutches literally 100 feet from my office.
At home I was so pathetic on crutches. (No weight on my bad foot). I was coming back from the bathroom, DH was right there, but I just fell in a way there was nothing either of us could do but see/feel it happen in slow motion. I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs bawling cause it was just insult to injury, but DH looked mortified and was holding my head, and I kept saying, honey I'm ok. I'm ok. And he just said no your not. And it wasn't til I saw his hands that I realized I was in trouble. So we called 911. First the cops came with lights flashing, then the fire truck and then the paramedics, all within 3 minutes. There were 6 big guys and one pregnant woman staring down at me asking me questions, a little confused why I already had a boot. And off to the ER we went. Quite the scene. Humiliating all the way around.
And then when we finally got home, I was all set up on the couch and Michael finally went upstairs after midnight, glad the day was done...i I heard this ping ping ping. So I call up to DH and say .. Do you hear that? He followed the sound to a leak in the basement... Where the downstairs toilet was leaking. A lot. The only toilet I can use. I was drugged, but DH was so frustrated. Calling the house cursed and wanting to just give up. Taking care of me 24/7 is not gonna be easy til I can put some weight on it. And our house is not handicap friendly. Toilet was the final straw.
Luckily, plumber came Yesterday morning and was able to fix it.
Things are a bit better today. A neighbor lent me a walker which is much easier for me than the crutches. I have less pain, and I'm realizing its gonna suck, but I'm not going to be quite as impaired as I first thought.
So that's my tale of whoas me!
The boys have been very good therapy dogs. Not letting me out of their sight. Sitting with their heavy heads (next best thing to a mothers hand on your head) on my good leg. Even Cash who isn't usually nurturing, is making me his job. (This makes Jasper really mad, cause guardian is Jasper's job.).
Missy, Jasper & Cash
Last edited by Missy; 04-19-2013 at 09:14 AM.