Up date on my condition and LoverBear has managed to do it again!

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I didn't make it to Stanford, but they did prescribe antibiotics--when the pharmacy finally gets the information from the doctor. The doctor prescribed the antibiotics and apparently didn't realize that there are two different ways the medications are dispensed. Hopefully the pharmacy will hear from the doctor tomorrow. Now for the reason why I didn't make it to Stanford. My BF Bill asked me to come out in the yard this morning, he had something he wanted to discuss. So out we went. Him in his walking shorts and me in my bathrobe. The front yard is dirt with about a 3% slope. I keep pitching rocks out of the yard, and they keep showing back up. Well as luck would have it, I was walking down the slope and hit a patch of lose dirt and some tiny rocks and my feet shot out from under me and I landed on my a$$! I promptly rolled over on my side (I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds from the intense pain) and laid there thinking not only did I finally kill myself but I also paralyzed myself. I was sick to my stomach, which tells me that I did something really bad to myself. Bill immediately was beside me frantic with worry. He checked my knee replacement site and determined that it was okay, and checked the other leg to make sure that I hadn't done too much damage to that one. He wanted to get me up asap; which, as I told him, would be a big mistake. I was on the ground for about 45 minutes wondering if I did major damage to my already crunched body. I finally determined that I could try to stand up and had Bill get the walker from storage. (It was the one that I got when my knee was replaced.) I managed to struggle to my feet and get into the house. Each step was pure pain. I sat down on the couch and Bill raced to get my pain medication. I did listen to that little voice that nagged me, it kept telling me to go to the ER. I looked up at Bill and said we're going to ER because I hurt too bad. I struggled up to my feet and managed to get dressed. Bill came down about 30 minutes later and off to the ER we went (the nearest ER is over an hour away!) I got in rather quickly and after xrays and a CT scan it was determined that I fractured my L1 bone. Fortunately it isn't a depressed fracture (I do personally prefer happy fractures myself! And apparently during the fall I managed to land on my right hand. I have a severely sprained ring finger on the right hand. I figured that it would be the finger that was broken and the back that was sprained. Yeah, my luck holds...) so I am on the disabled list for who knows how long. My moment of fun though was when you sign in at the hospital they have a printed information form. One of the questions is "What brought you here today?" I couldn't help it, HONEST! I filled out the line behind the question with "2001 Ford Mustang".