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.
S.