I feel terrible that there have not been any new reviews the past few days. This was not a scheduled break and fortunately not a break at all. It is more of a dislocation.
Things went a bit crazy for a while last Wednesday afternoon. I came home, greeted my two kitties, got a drink, and put on dinner: broccoli, chicken, and a baked potato. Yep, I use the oven in the summer, thanks to air conditioning.
That is not the crazy part. I usually remove my shoes immediately but instead put together seven days worth of medication in one of those boxes that have seven individual boxes, each with four compartments for medicine for four different times of the day. I still had not removed my shoes. This was a bad move. A very bad move.
I picked up the medicine box/boxes, turned the corner around the bed, and promptly tripped on the carpet because I still had on my tennis shoes. I went flying and the medicine from each individual box went flying under the bed, against the wall, and underneath me. For the past month my hip has popped out a bit and then I popped it back in place, So, when my hip went out I tried for about half an hour to put it back in. I had to give up when the broccoli began burning.
I have one of those “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” buttons I wear around my neck. I have refused to use it in the past but on Wednesday, with broccoli burning on the stove and chicken turning into rubber in the oven, I . . . pushed . . . that . . . darned . . . button. The nice thing is, on the other end are people ready to contact the police, fire, or medics AND give them the number of emergency maintenance so they can easily get in my apartment. And the “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” people called the squad, but forgot to call the maintenance department.
With a huge crowbar, the fire department knocked down my door (thank goodness for renter’s insurance). The first thing they did was throw the broccoli pan in the sink, turn off the oven putting the chicken on the counter–, where it sat for almost two days–, and open some windows. Then, they came looking for me. Another half hour later, and much yelling by me, I found myself in the ambulance for a terrifyingly bumpy ride.
At the emergency room, 4 individual pain shots did nothing to relieve the pain, so I was twilighted with a nasty medicine that lets you go through the procedure, but not remember what happened. It was then that my dislocated hip was put back into place. The next day I went home but have not been up to writing or much of anything these last few days.
Before I forget, the firemen were really considerate, placing a pillow under my head to make me more comfortable, as if that were possible. I did not realize they had used one of my pillows and I left it in the hospital room. One very expensive pillow with a nice silky case on it gone. I realized what happen at three in the morning when I woke up and went to bed. The lovely nurses at St. Luke’s Hospital in Maumee, Ohio noticed which pillow did not belong and put it in a bag behind the nurse’s station. My very fluffy pillow and its brown silky case are back home where it matches the other pillow.
I am trying to get back to writing and am hoping to have a new review up by Monday. It is time I got back to life. So, again I apologize for leaving you with the same post these past few days (sorry, I have no idea how many days have past; it is much too much work trying to count that high). I hope everyone has been doing well, or at least better than me . . . or is it I?