Well, my plans changed rapidly Thursday night. One minute I was in the shower, getting ready to go meet a girlfriend for a long awaited GNO, and the next, I was on the floor crying.
Yup, hit the floor, just that quick. Yelling, crying, moaning, I was doing it all.
Hurting, and feeling like a dummy. How many 53 yo women can get out of the shower all by themselves, without falling down?? Apparently, all of them but me.
Then, DH and DD1 were there, asking me questions.
(Yes, my real husband. No, he wasn’t smiling during the event itself.)
Can you get up? Ummm, that would be negatory. Are you conscious? I’m conscious of how stupid I am, so yeah.
Then, 911. 8 paramedics, EMTs, and firemen. (No, not 8 of each, 8 altogether.)
All trying to figure out how to pick me up when my body was in the tiny bathroom, and my head was in the bedroom. Once they moved the bed, they worked it out. Back board, head brace, and me in all my glory. Did I mention there were 8 men???? Thankfully, DD1 brought a sheet, so they covered me before taking me out the door. Thank God for small favors!!
(You’re welcome for sparing you the ACTUAL visual.)
Made them stop so I could tell PP bye. She was so worried, bless her heart.
Ambulance, about 90 speed bumps, it seemed. ER. Finally a pain pill!!
Xrays, CT scans, another pain pill.
Nothing broken?? Are you sure, Doctor?? Cause I feel like I’m dying.
Gave me a script for pain pills, recommended ice, and Ibuprofen. Put me in a wheelchair and sent me home.
Obviously, not me, since I don’t have black hair. 😉
When I got home, had to use my own walker from car to apartment. Good thing I kept it.
Never did make it to GNO.
Next time I take a shower, maybe I need to be hooked up to a safety line.