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I don’t know how I did it, but I did…
I don’t know how I did it, but I did… You would think a former dancer could be more graceful than this but I wasn’t. At . Had help my hubs with a project. He’s turning our carport/garage into a music room as rooms in our house are too small for instruments and recording stuff he’s accumulated over years. ’s okay, he built a She Shed [more like a Sh*t Shed] house my vintage finds that I’m selling. He needed climb onto my parents’ huge 1940s oak desk in order to reach wall where he needed my assistance. When I came out help him I noticed he had used our wood step stool. Actually, ’s a plant stand that we sometimes used as a stool. He had propped against desk; kind of like a staircase top of desk. You know that still small voice that plays -so-subtly in back of your mind? one that intuitives listen a regular basis? I wish mine would scream in my ear so I would hear and heed warning. warning was, “get real stool, get real stool!” I ignored and tried gingerly climb “steps”. As I tried reach last step, I somehow lost my balance. My hubs grabbed my arm from somewhat behind me and said, “I gotcha!”. But he didn’t have me fully. plant stand/stool wobbled underneath and went out from under . hubs helped ease my descent but my right leg ended tangled and caught between stool and desk; I ended my back, I think. happened in slo-mo, but I think I said my favorite word at least times as I headed for floor! I couldn’t move until my hubs freed my right leg. I thought for sure I’d broken my ankle. But as I slowly rolled over and righted myself, my right leg was fine. I noticed my left pant leg looked wet for some reason. “Was floor damp?” I thought. I felt floor. was cold, like concrete , but not damp. I pulled my jeans leg reveal a small scrape that was bleeding. “I’ll be okay”, I thought. But bleeding was dark, and began pooling around my anklet sock. I hobbled into my house and couch. My followed and stood at ready help as he could. I never bled like that before. just kept coming. I had look away as I was cleaning wound. I could feel myself getting lightheaded and I knew I was pale. Shock was trying set in. I kept taking deep breaths as I worked clean . We don’t have real good nurses at our house, included. I managed dress wound and kept my leg elevated that night, but sleeping was difficult: hurt like hell and I am not one sleep my back. [other things; yes. Sleeping; no] Yesterday, I checked the wound. was like a puncture wound. Kinda deep, but small. And still bleeding. Once again, cleaned and dressed . And told that I think I needed go urgent care. He drove there and had wait in car. I thought I would end with stitches, but no. I did end with a tetanus shot and antibiotics. doc said I might need have some silver nitrate stave off bleeding if her less drastic moves don’t work. That’s an OUCH I’d like avoid! , and watch out for blood clots! That’s two days out of my life so far. So, how’s your week going?? ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~ |
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You would think a former dancer could be more graceful than this but I wasn’t. At All. Had to help my hubs with a project. He’s turning our carport/garage into a music room as all the rooms in our house are too small for the instruments and recording stuff he’s accumulated over the years. It’s okay, he built me a She Shed [more like a Sh*t Shed] to house my vintage finds that I’m selling. He needed me to climb up onto my parents’ huge 1940s oak desk in order to reach up the wall to where he needed my assistance. When I came out to help him I noticed he had used our wood three step stool. Actually, it’s a plant stand that we sometimes used as a stool. He had it propped up against the desk; kind of like a staircase to the top of the desk. You know that still small voice that plays oh-so-subtly in the back of your mind? The one that intuitives listen to on a regular basis? I wish mine would scream in my ear so I would hear and heed the warning. The warning was, “get the real stool, get the real stool!” I ignored it and tried to gingerly climb the “steps”. As I tried to reach the last step, I somehow lost my balance. My hubs grabbed my arm from somewhat behind me and said, “I gotcha!”. But he didn’t have me fully. The plant stand/stool wobbled underneath me and went out from under me. The hubs helped to ease my descent but my right leg ended up tangled and caught between the stool and the desk; I ended up on my back, I think. It all happened in slo-mo, but I think I said my favorite word at least three times as I headed for the floor! I couldn’t move until my hubs freed my right leg. I thought for sure I’d broken my ankle. But as I slowly rolled over and righted myself, my right leg was fine. I noticed my left pant leg looked wet for some reason. “Was the floor damp?” I thought. I felt the floor. It was cold, like concrete is, but not damp. I pulled my jeans leg up to reveal a small scrape that was bleeding. “I’ll be okay”, I thought. But the bleeding was dark, and began pooling around my anklet sock. I hobbled into my house and on to the couch. My son followed me and stood at the ready to help as he could. I never bled like that before. It just kept coming. I had to look away as I was cleaning the wound. I could feel myself getting lightheaded and I knew I was pale. Shock was trying to set in. I kept taking deep breaths as I worked to clean it. We don’t have real good nurses at our house, me included. I managed to dress the wound and kept my leg elevated that night, but sleeping was difficult: it hurt like hell and I am not one to sleep on my back. [other things; yes. Sleeping; no] Yesterday, I checked the wound. It was like a puncture wound. Kinda deep, but small. And still bleeding. Once again, cleaned and dressed it. And told the son that I think I needed to go to urgent care. He drove me there and had to wait in the car. I thought I would end up with stitches, but no. I did end up with a tetanus shot and antibiotics. The doc said I might need to have some silver nitrate to stave off the bleeding if her less drastic moves don’t work. That’s an OUCH I’d like to avoid! Oh, and to watch out for blood clots! That’s two days out of my life so far. So, how’s your week going?? ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~
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1/19/2021 3:12 pm |
Going good so far!
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YIKES, glad you're (mostly) OK, stay after it. A required safety course I took last year was quite interesting to me. They started with asking you to think of the most dangerous thing you'd ever done, and the suggested you probably came out of it OK, specifically because you were being extra careful. MOST accidents happen when we're tired, mad, or in a hurry. I guess yours is the later, and your inner voice was speaking but you didn't listen. NOW - tell me about the dancing you used to do! Another Looming Critical Medical Crisis Wet, but Not Satisfyingly So Slick Moves [post 3312759] My Private Blog - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets
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Well my day much better then yours , hope you a speedy recovery , If you need help were not far apart {=}
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Years ago, I had a client who injured her ankle on the road, and had to go to the ER/urgent care for care and meds. As they were filling out her paperwork, they asked for her occupation, and she answered "I'm a dancer." The gal doing her paperwork cast a disapproving look over her glasses, and asked "Are you sure you want me to put that down?". My client replied that she did.... She was a ballerina.
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.....why oh why did the Donna Summer song "Last Dance" just pop into my head..... yikes..... well, your gentle fall from grace will hopefully have you mending quickly.... and, don't do it again.....we don't heal as quickly... lol.... spoken by someone who has been there... but in this case it wasn't a puncture... more like cracked ribs.... ...carpe diem.....
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Ouch! That does look nasty.
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Oh, honey! Glad you took care of it. Hoping you heal quickly.
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Get well soon. Sometimes on deep soft tissue wounds you may have thick plasma coming out. It heals.
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Been there done that at work at home out drinking and running on snow plow drift . Cut my hands at work is could not look at after friend bandage me up I past out. I've stepped on rust nuala in the garden thought the shoe The pulling in out is the harder part. Out drinking with friend and swimming at a water hole gave me sneakers to a friend told him there broke glass out in the water. Hi step on a bottom of beer bottle bleeding I no end. Off though the woods in a MG midget to the closest phone. Then they was the time just having fun winter time hit my head on the corner of a AC cage when I took my hat off it was stuck to my hair full of blood what a hole in my head I had . Oh what we all go through in life and we still around to share.
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