It's 6:00 AM and the nurses are getting ready for a shift change. I must say the nurses here at the hospital are so compasionate, young and professional and they don't seem to mind doing the worst jobs. I'm typing on my Kindle with my voice, waiting for a pain pill to kick in because that's what you do when you've got broken ribs and hoping some one comes along with the good drugs. I'm starting this post on Sunday because I think it'll probably take me until Wednesday to get it ready for publication.
So you are probably wondering how I broke my arm and auto type just typed 'arm' instead of ribs. This is going to be so fun, but I need the distraction other wise I'll just lay here and start feeling sorry for myself. The night shift just offered me Morphine but I turned it down hoping the muscle relaxer will kick in soon. Anyway back to how I fell. I got out of a chair to answer the phone hurrying too much for an 81 year old woman who should have known better. Next thing I knew I was face down on the floor, the impact totally on my chest knocking the wind right out of me. I did the assessment safety classes for old people teach you to do and I realized that I wouldn't be able to get up by my self so I used the button I 've worn around my neck for 11 years---1st time ever. Like magic four guys from fire department were here in 15 minute along with our Security guard so they didn't have to break the door down.
The fire department guys didn't even give me a choice about going to the hospital. While waiting for the ambulance to come those four guys had me on my feet in a split second. And two of them walked to the bathroom because I REALLY had to pee. I'm not a small person but you would have thought I was by how quickly they made that happen. In the ambulance people kept asking me questions about what drugs I take, what Insurance I have, and other stuff I don't commit to memory and I was starting to getting mad about it because I have the ICE app on my phone listing all info but they wouldn't even look at it. I spent so much putting that info on my phone and for what? But getting mad was starting to make me snarly which was making me breathe deeper which was making me hurt more. So I nipped it in the bud.
I did have something funny to laugh at while here. The young anesthesiologist who did the nerve block kept calling my breast 'it' in an embarrassed way when he wanted his assistant to reposition my breast and that struck me really funny. I asked if 'it' was a medical term for breast. He had This big long needle ready to go in between my 6 to 7th rib to block the nerves and the three of us were laughing too hard to do it. Of course laughing really hurt so I was the 1st to stop laughing and we got the job done.
There is no word count feature on my Kindle so I don't know if this post is anywhere near the 800-1,000 words that I like to do. But I'm gonna end it anyway. I'm not sure if I'll be able to answer comments individually. They are starting a Morphine drip soon. But I will try to weigh in with an update on Wednesday when the post goes live and I'll do it with a comment or two.
Thanks to all you who are following my blog and any comments made. I probably won't be able To reply individually but I will use these comments to update my situation a time or two. (Pain level on the drip in: 8.)
