Monday, February 11, 2013
a tale of another broken rib: (take two)... and other woes of the day
Just thought I'd pop in this afternoon and tell you that I might be away from this space for the rest of the week.
Here's what's up:
Yesterday, I fell down hard. Slipped with my slippery wool socks off of the brick fireplace pad onto Isaac's pile of Lego's scattered all over the wood floor.
I couldn't get up for a while.
I couldn't breathe.
All the day through.
I wanted to swear.
I just thought the word instead.
I knew that pain. I've experienced a broken rib before. And my upper arm is one big black and blue mass.
This puts a big dent in my massage classes and stuff. In my mother-duties. I'm trying not it let it get me down. But it's hard. It's been a difficult past couple of months in more ways than one.
And this morning, I had to take Jane to get her wisdom teeth out. They were impacted and so it was a little bit complicated with IV sedation and all.
Everything went smoothly and as expected and she seems fine now. Thank goodness.
But it was a nightmare getting her home.
I knew she'd need my total attention today; knowing I couldn't leave her today for one minute. I knew she would need her prescription filled to help her through the pain. She'd need ice, too.
So hesitatingly, I stopped at the store, tried to get her attention and explain to her where we were. Decided to leave her sleeping in the car while I ran (not really, but sort of) inside. I told the pharmacist that she was out there waiting when they told me it would be a twenty minute wait. I urgently, desperately expressed my concern: "You need to wait your turn, Ma'am." the girl at the prescription drop-off told me flatly.
So as I finally made my way out of the store, so slowly, clutching that heavy bag of ice in my arms, hunched over in pain with every step I took, I saw a man looking through the car window, talking on his cell phone phone and to a bagger-boy, obviously concerned at what they saw.
And I ran. Really ran.
This was the store security guy. On the phone with the police. And the sounds of multiple sirens began wailing through the air. A police car. An ambulance. The fire truck all pulling up, surrounding us in that parking lot.
And there was Jane, totally out of it, all slumped over, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and throw up covering her.
You can only imagine how distraught I felt.
I tried to explain what the situation was. They were kind and helpful and understanding. They helped me clean her up. They checked her vitals. They sent me off, reassured albeit, tears flowing in streams all down my cheeks.
Getting her out of the car and into the house was another nightmare. She was still so out of it. Incoherent. A noodle. I stood her up. She'd fall down. Onto the snow covered driveway. I lifted her. I tried to drag her. Had her lean on me. Raising my voice almost to a yell to get her to move and wake up. It was a desperate situation.
And so here she is now, next to me on the couch. The pain is being managed. Strawberry sorbet is hitting the spot.Talking to Sam like nothing ever happened. Not remembering a thing of the day's ordeals.
So thanks, you guys, for allowing me to share my little sob story with you all. She'll get through this. I'll get through this. Things will be okay.