Never mind how it really happened (it was an embarrassingly clumsy trip and subsequent noticeable fall) and just imagine me and my sidekick, Jackie Chan, ridding the world of evildoers. I took a bad hit and kept fighting the good fight until the bitter end!
- I did NOT sit on a chair and try not to cry (and/or vomit) while awaiting the paramedics . . .
- Don't imagine me being impatient with the soulless EMT who was attempting to take my blood pressure while my arm HURT LIKE A MOTHER . . .
- And there are no witnesses who will corroborate the allegation that I barked at my dear husband who thought it was a good idea to give me choices as to my care . . .
- Did I really accuse the ER physician, upon meeting him, of being there to hurt me more? Nahhhhhhh . . .
It's funny to me that while my sweet Mister drove faster than fast to get me to ER, and while I made sure he knew I was in plenty of pain, what worried me the most was the fact that I wasn't wearing my seat belt . . . go figure.
Nothing else of much note to report about the incident. Except to say that full sedation during the reset ROCKS!
I don't think I'll be posting much during the next couple weeks. But I will be obsessively checking all your blogs--my link to the outside world during what sounds like a phenomenally boring recovery : )