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And the award for EPIC FAIL goes to:
Sep. 22nd, 2007 03:30 pmMe!
This is the first time I've ever lived in a house with stairs and what have I done, not three months after moving in? I fell down the stairs. The whole damn flight. I tripped over my own two feet, bounced off the corner and landed at the bottom, knocking myself out for an unknown about of time.
I called my mum, who insisted that I go to the ER to make sure I wasn't extra broken or anything important or paralyzed myself. By the time she got here, I was getting drowsy and mumbling to myself about the damn stairs. Steven was waiting at the ER, so they tag-teamed the triage while I, unattended, promptly fell asleep. For damn near two hours.
The doctor came to see me, but unfortunately since I was so damned quiet, no one bothered to x-ray me. Win again. I slept a little more while they were doing that and until they moved me into my own room. I would have continued to sleep, except the Burning Unholy Pain™ started up in my neck and back. Luckily, my doctor wasn't too long out, probably because I had already been hassling the nurses using my compact to watch what they were doing. Finally, I was allowed to trot over to the bathroom and potty.
So the win tally is a concussion, a cervical strain, a few pulled muscles and a bunch of bruises. No driving for 24 hours, take the magical percs to keep the Burning Unholy Pain™ at bay, and learn to walk upright like the rest of the world. Oh, and ice. Lots and lots of glorious ice.
I'm so glad this week is almost over. It's been so full of win, I don't know if I could take much more.
Anyhow, I'll be on the laptop for, oh, the next 36 hours. Feel free to entertain me.
This is the first time I've ever lived in a house with stairs and what have I done, not three months after moving in? I fell down the stairs. The whole damn flight. I tripped over my own two feet, bounced off the corner and landed at the bottom, knocking myself out for an unknown about of time.
I called my mum, who insisted that I go to the ER to make sure I wasn't extra broken or anything important or paralyzed myself. By the time she got here, I was getting drowsy and mumbling to myself about the damn stairs. Steven was waiting at the ER, so they tag-teamed the triage while I, unattended, promptly fell asleep. For damn near two hours.
The doctor came to see me, but unfortunately since I was so damned quiet, no one bothered to x-ray me. Win again. I slept a little more while they were doing that and until they moved me into my own room. I would have continued to sleep, except the Burning Unholy Pain™ started up in my neck and back. Luckily, my doctor wasn't too long out, probably because I had already been hassling the nurses using my compact to watch what they were doing. Finally, I was allowed to trot over to the bathroom and potty.
So the win tally is a concussion, a cervical strain, a few pulled muscles and a bunch of bruises. No driving for 24 hours, take the magical percs to keep the Burning Unholy Pain™ at bay, and learn to walk upright like the rest of the world. Oh, and ice. Lots and lots of glorious ice.
I'm so glad this week is almost over. It's been so full of win, I don't know if I could take much more.
Anyhow, I'll be on the laptop for, oh, the next 36 hours. Feel free to entertain me.
