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Darn it! Now, I'm stuck!


Today I am thankful that I do my own stunts. 

So, on Feb. 3rd, I slipped in a puddle of water on the stairs at work.  I banged up my right knee, coccyx and right wrist pretty bad.  

Apparently, everyone heard the THUD.  That was embarrassing. 

I never had my knee looked at.  Shortly after I slipped, I got the first Covid shot.  It made everything hurt.  I wanted to make sure that the pain was due to the fall before filing workman's comp. 

Three weeks later, I was set to get that second covid shot and....BAM!  I spilled an ounce of nail glue on my pants, burning the skin off of both of my legs, my buttocks and my labia.  It got me somewhere else, too.  

I kinda fear finding a relationship because I'm not sure if certain things would be super painful. Let's just say that the sensations I have are bizarre, unpredictable and intense. 

Don't burn your (thing some guys don't know exists). 

yeah. 

Thank goodness I'm a hypnotist and can push physical sensations away at inappropriate times. 

Or at least I thought I could.  

Today, as I was stepping on the stair leading into the garage, my right knee gave out on me and I fell on the concrete floor and twisted my left ankle. 

So....

today my right knee and left foot and ankle are swollen beyond recognition. 

I can't walk.  The pain is intense to the point I cannot push it away.  

I literally cannot walk! 

It took some time but I crawled up the stair and back into the house.  I crawled into the house and after about two hours, I was able to crawl myself to my bedroom. 

My poor doggie was crying.  He still refuses to leave my side. 

Here's my problem - 

Um - 

I'm told I need to go to the hospital. 

I can't walk. 

My closest family members died in the past year.  The people I call on are now (hopefully) hanging out with the higher power. 

How in the world am I going to get that x-ray? 

I could call an Uber but I don't want my neighbors seeing me crawl out to the car.  I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. 

 I promised to volunteer this week!  I can't take videos of homeless veterans if I can't get to them! 

My heart is broken. I think I know someone willing to do that for me....hopefully....if she's still in town for the holiday..... She's gonna laugh.....really, really hard when she sees me.  

Sigh....

I wanted to hear my school chum play TAPS for the veterans who didn't make it through their service.  He likes to play for my step-dad.  I had the thought today that many veterans make huge personal sacrifices during their service and leave a little part of themselves behind.  Why don't we have a song for that sacrifice?   

Sigh...

But on the bright side, if I can't make it to the kitchen, maybe I can lose a few more pounds!! 

(There is always a bright side....always.) 

Darn it!!! 

This is going to get interesting. 

Sigh - 

maybe I shouldn't have ran away from all those guys over the past decade. 

If I had a relationship, I'd have a ride to the hospital or someone to go out with my credit card and grab me some crutches. 

I'm screwed. 

So - I think I've learned my lesson. 

The next handsome guy who asks me out (once I can walk) is gonna get a date. 

This time, I'll try not to dive for the check. 

I'll just pay him back in more interesting ways. I just have to find a way to pay him back that money can't buy. 

I should've figured that out years ago...but then I'm asexual so that's typically the last thing on my mind. 

Never mind, 

scratch that....

I just remembered some types of falling are far more painful that the falls I've endured over the past four months. 

*****

Since I'm stuck with my computer and can't move, I'll have plenty of time to type out a plan. 

With as klutzy as I am, I'm surprised I'm still alive. 


Love ya, 

S. 

P.S.  Oh, great - I drank a bunch of water when I was wallowing on the floor.   When they built the house, they opted for a huge walk-in closet rather than a bathroom in the master bedroom. 

I have so many dresses, that closet felt like the best thing that ever happened to me - 

UNTIL today! 

I'm regretting that decision now. 

Sigh....

Next Day Edit: 


Well, it took a couple of hours to throw some clothes on and crawl out to the car.  I would up at the hospital because a nurse told me to go. 

It turns out that I fractured my ankle. 

That little doggie still refuses to leave my side.  I can't believe such a sweet spirit was found on the street wearing a cat collar.  He hates the crutches but he tolerates them for me. 

No matter what nonsense the politicians at the city pull, at least a civil servant found and saved my little guardian angel.  When I want to get pissed off at the lot of them, I think of the person who saved Houston - it makes me less likely to throw a fit. 


Hugs, 

S. 


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