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BlestOne
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I just got back from the hospital. I was trying to drop the rear gate of a car trailer and it knocked me over and landed on my leg. I was pinned under the trailer for what seemed like forever, but in actuality it was about 5 minutes because all the guys were directing a combine out of the barn and couldn’t stop to rescue me. So being guys, they finally came over and lifted the gate off my leg then walked away…
. I walked into the barn and asked for a bag of ice… no sooner did they get me a bag of ice, of course I had to pee. So I had to get the guys to walk me to the bathroom and then again, they walked away. So, next thing I know my leg is black… I mean really black! So I hobbled back to my pallet of salt bags and sat down and put the ice on again. Still I am thinking it is just bruised but it hurt like heck! Finally I walked to the front of the barn and sat down in the van I came to get parked out front. As I sat there I realized I couldn’t drive it. So I called my son to take me to the hospital. My son and I always end up having such a good time we crack everyone else there up. Today was no exception! I was in triage and the nurse asked if there were any other health concerns they needed to be aware of. I whispered, “I am pregnant,” hoping my son didn’t hear, but of course the nurse didn’t either so I repeated myself a little louder… and my son heard. Without skipping a beat he said, “And this is why I am glad I don’t live at home!” So I told him we weren’t telling anyone else yet, and he looks at me and asks if dh knows… of course he knows. In the mean time the triage nurse is still asking me questions. All of a sudden she looks up at me and my son and says, “Did you say this is why you don’t live at home?” and started laughing. I am not kidding a full 5 minutes had gone by since he had said it and she finally got it! My son and I just bust up laughing. “Finally caught that did you?” I asked, which of course got everyone laughing more…
Well, turns out I broke my leg. Specifically, I broke the fibula. When the rear gate knocked me over I fell to the side a little bit and it didn’t come straight down on the tibia… as much pain as I am in, I think that would have been worse because it would have broken the skin too and I probably would have had the bone sticking out my leg. When the doctor came in after x-rays, he sat down next to me and started drawing. I looked at him and said, “Drawing is not a good sign” My son stars cracking up again…like “Mom, boy did you state the obvious!”
Why don’t they put casts on at the hospital anymore? They made me go to a clinic at the opposite side of the city to get the cast. Of course, they offer me pain meds…and I want them soooo bad but I have to remind them I am pregnant. The med tech goes out in the hallway and we hear her say, “Can you believe that woman is pregnant? That is her 20 yo son in there with her!” Again my son and I are cracking up!!! Finally, she comes back in to put my cast on and she asks what color I want. I asked for lime green and she said they didn’t have that shade so my son pipes up, “Hot pink” and the nurse never even asks me and goes and gets pink. I was in so much pain but my son was certainly keeping my spirits up!! The whole time I am thinking, “Wow I really did raise a mini-me!!!” He is so much like me it is unreal! He knows what I am thinking before I think it sometimes… pretty cool!
Anyway, some prayers would be awesome. I am in so much pain I feel like screaming! I can’t find a comfortable position to save my life and my pitt bull is trying to comfort me but keeps jarring my leg…
. I walked into the barn and asked for a bag of ice… no sooner did they get me a bag of ice, of course I had to pee. So I had to get the guys to walk me to the bathroom and then again, they walked away. So, next thing I know my leg is black… I mean really black! So I hobbled back to my pallet of salt bags and sat down and put the ice on again. Still I am thinking it is just bruised but it hurt like heck! Finally I walked to the front of the barn and sat down in the van I came to get parked out front. As I sat there I realized I couldn’t drive it. So I called my son to take me to the hospital. My son and I always end up having such a good time we crack everyone else there up. Today was no exception! I was in triage and the nurse asked if there were any other health concerns they needed to be aware of. I whispered, “I am pregnant,” hoping my son didn’t hear, but of course the nurse didn’t either so I repeated myself a little louder… and my son heard. Without skipping a beat he said, “And this is why I am glad I don’t live at home!” So I told him we weren’t telling anyone else yet, and he looks at me and asks if dh knows… of course he knows. In the mean time the triage nurse is still asking me questions. All of a sudden she looks up at me and my son and says, “Did you say this is why you don’t live at home?” and started laughing. I am not kidding a full 5 minutes had gone by since he had said it and she finally got it! My son and I just bust up laughing. “Finally caught that did you?” I asked, which of course got everyone laughing more…Well, turns out I broke my leg. Specifically, I broke the fibula. When the rear gate knocked me over I fell to the side a little bit and it didn’t come straight down on the tibia… as much pain as I am in, I think that would have been worse because it would have broken the skin too and I probably would have had the bone sticking out my leg. When the doctor came in after x-rays, he sat down next to me and started drawing. I looked at him and said, “Drawing is not a good sign” My son stars cracking up again…like “Mom, boy did you state the obvious!”
Why don’t they put casts on at the hospital anymore? They made me go to a clinic at the opposite side of the city to get the cast. Of course, they offer me pain meds…and I want them soooo bad but I have to remind them I am pregnant. The med tech goes out in the hallway and we hear her say, “Can you believe that woman is pregnant? That is her 20 yo son in there with her!” Again my son and I are cracking up!!! Finally, she comes back in to put my cast on and she asks what color I want. I asked for lime green and she said they didn’t have that shade so my son pipes up, “Hot pink” and the nurse never even asks me and goes and gets pink. I was in so much pain but my son was certainly keeping my spirits up!! The whole time I am thinking, “Wow I really did raise a mini-me!!!” He is so much like me it is unreal! He knows what I am thinking before I think it sometimes… pretty cool!
Anyway, some prayers would be awesome. I am in so much pain I feel like screaming! I can’t find a comfortable position to save my life and my pitt bull is trying to comfort me but keeps jarring my leg…
uch: Prayers for complete healing. And if laughter is the best medicine you are well on your way. 
I’ll be praying for you…I keep thinking of you hobbling around on that broken leg before you realized how injured you were…I swear I’m having sympathy pains! OUCH!
I think she is mad I inconvenienced her!