I can't remember the last time Bev and I had so much fun. I wouldn't trade this week for seven days' worth of Stomp concerts. Then again, maybe, if I had a pair of those noise-blocking headphones.
Ice everywhere. A snow cover helps to an extent, but only so much. Yesterday, we took a new red stray cat to the vet's for FELV testing--tragically, but not to our surprise, he tested positive and had to be put down. The day before (when the vet's office reopened after two ice days), our beloved 11-year-old Manx, Bill, had to be put down--cancer. Typically, I don't cry at the vet's, but losing two pets (nearly) at once did the trick.
So... we're coming back with Bev at the wheel of my late Ford Taurus sedan. We hit black ice, and the car goes swooping over into a ditch--BAM!!!!! One lumbar compression fracture later, with the car totaled and both doors jammed shut, I managed to straighten myself to the point that the pain was halfway bearable. Fire dept. and squad showed up and had to force the passenger door off ("Yes, please! By all means, remove it," I remember saying). Gurney ride to ambulance, ambulance to hospital, tons of questions (all the same--name, DOB, etc.), six hours in the ER, including about 30 straight minutes of CT scans.
Our hospital is poorly managed--no one knows what the other guy or gal is doing, and the level of communication isn't so much pre-computer as pre-printing-press. The techs, nurses, docs, etc. are all competent, but any sharing of data seems to occur strictly by accident.
No surgery necessary, it turns out--pain pills and muscle relaxants. Getting up from a seated position is the worst of all; I simply have to accept the pain and go for it. I never imagined that standing up could be an act of courage.
Well, I went 53 years without breaking a bone. I passed the half-century benchmark, anyway.
Can't wait to attempt a bath. I may have to settle for what the Navy calls a "bird bath" (sink). Assuming I can do the necessary reaching and bending.
Other than that, nothing to report. I don't know when I'll be back into fully blooging--this is being typed at Bev's PC. Without my record player, etc., I'm partially blogging, at best.
Lee
